Football Afternoons

Sometimes, huzbin and I cannot attend the football game.  He has this problem - it's called work.  Every now and then it interferes with our fun.  This past Saturday, his work again interfered with our fun, so we plastered ourselves on the sofa and watched every game that was played that day, including our own team's game.  Considering our opponents history and fame, I think we did ourselves proud.  Sometimes our team likes to roll over and play dead, but this game provided good entertainment on a beautiful afternoon.  Truthfully, all the teams we watched worked like dogs this past Saturday.  All in all, it wasn't a bad football day.
It wasn't a bad doodle afternoon/evening, either.  I doodled this little job while I watched games.  I think UVA scored when I was writing the "L" in "Believe," possibly WVU scored when I was writing the "n," and Georgia may have scored as I was painting red flowers.  I do know that some of the commercials were driving me sideways.  One kept re-surfacing over and over and over.... Seriously, did this happen when we were kids?  You know, back before color tv?  It was insanely annoying.  Even the huzbin was complaining.  I do have to hand it to him - he learned long ago to channel switch to another game very quickly when it's commercial time.  He comes naturally to that.  Many of you already know many years ago, his mother was a local (not in this town) television celebrity.  She had a one hour program every weekday.  And the huzbin (being momma's little sweetheart)

 got to perform many times on said program, usually as a lackey in a commercial.  He would drink milk and lick his lips "Oooo, so good!."  He would eat a pie "Oooo, so yum!"  He would point to any given object being sold.  But the family favorite (I can see them all rolling their eyes as they read this) was his dressing up as the Bob's/Shoney's Big Boy and acting the fool pretending to point to a strawberry pie or doing whatever he was told.  And these commercials were all LIVE CAN YOU BELIEVE IT!!!!  So anything could and did go wrong.  He has a basketful of stories.  One fine day he was dressed in his Big Boy costume and when it came time to point to the pie, he went a little overboard and stuck his Big Boy fist into the entire pie.  Lovely.  He still does stuff like that every now and then, although he's now wearing another set of gloves.  I married him, knowing he does these tricks.  He makes me laugh all the time.  And I'm crazy about him.  Stinkin crazy!