Our fall

I feel like my life is consumed of jewelry and football.

That feeling is actually the truth.

Andrew and I walked to the game from our house on Saturday. I spoke often of how incredibly pleasant the weather was; I spoke entirely too soon. We came home sunburnt. By we, I mean Andrew. 

I need to take this time to talk about something that I have a problem with at a college football game. Apparently, the announcer now asks the crowd to stand and participate in a "moment of reflection." 

What? 

Let's just call is what it is: prayer. Is that so hard? 

As Andrew removed his hat, he says, "I call it prayer!" 

Then he says in a rather loud tone, "Thank you, Lord, for football!" 

I thought my parents would die. They were to the left of me, tickled at Andrew's remarks. 

What's weird is that comments like that are usually from me. And comments like that are what usually get me in trouble. 

All is well, though. 

Andrew has been helping me get ready for the big show on Thursday. I'm hoping for the best. 

I'm also hoping my pansies perk up. I may have killed them already. 

Remember when I said I felt so blessed to have flowers and life out on our patio? Well, Andrew and I tended to them again this weekend, and we both said how pathetic they were. That makes me laugh. 

Maybe I'll stick to pumpkins. Those should last a while. 

Have I mentioned that I love fall?