And I'm ready for the stinkin' battle. Yep, it's time. Tomorrow is the USC/UCLA game. Every year The Man and I host a tailgate party. Because we're crazy like that. AND, we decided long ago that the easiest way for neither of us to be among the enemy is to have everyone c'mon down and watch
UCLA get ANOTHER SPANKING the game, tailgate style.
I've got my Reggie Bush jersey, and my trash talk...the husband has his UCLA crap. (boo...). The beer fridge will be stocked (YES, I really DO have a beer fridge. For just such occasions) and the girl fridge will be filled up fruity beverages that are yummy and alcoholic. Soda & water for the kids AND one of those jumpers, so they will stay out of the way while mommy & daddy cheer for their teams. Hamburgers & hot dogs all around. I know. I'm an AWESOME Mom.
I'm keeping this post short because:
1. I'm tired. So tired in fact, that my boss sent me home because I must look like shit. Which is not all that surprising because I feel like it too (see letter A)
2. I need to clean up, a little bit. Let's face it, how much dust are a bunch of guys focused on football going to notice? Right. But the girlfriend's and wives? Will definitely notice the crap currently covering my coffee table.
3. Those jello shots aren't going to make themselves.
So. Have a good weekend, and if you're a UCLA fan
eat crap and die , we can all get along as long as you guys lose. Please ignore any drunk twittering, I'm sure I'll post pictures Monday, and I'm totally willing to take the heat if my team doesn't pull through.