Stitches, jorts, and football love

We've been quite social this past week which is conducive to both of our personalities. I think the "biggest talker award" would be a knock out fight between Andrew and me. He would win, though. It tickles me that some people who only know Andrew through my blog think that he's shy. Hahahhahaahahahahahaah!!!! That makes me laugh!

Some of you had the pleasure of meeting my precious Andrew this weekend. Isn't he the best? I hate when people brag about their wonderful husbands, homes, kids, and careers out of some sort of "I have to appear perfect" complex, but Andrew really is so great! Seriously, my life is so far from perfect it's not even funny. Keeps things interesting that way, don't you think?

Funny I should say that because we had a medical mishap this week. I got a job opportunity with a new publication this week (Hallelujah, Thank you, Jesus!), and they asked me to go in at 8 PM on Tuesday night. If you know me you know I was DYING! That's already past my bedtime. To say that I have no energy at night is an understatement. But apparently, that's the way publications work. At least start up's. Props to them for pulling all-nighters and getting it done.

But I was going to prove myself to be professional and reliable.

Then at 7:30 PM, poor, wonderful, great Andrew cuts his poor, wonderful, great finger while making a jewelry case for the grand opening party later that week.

I could not help him. I could not help his poor, white-fleshed, nearly passed-out self. I had to go "prove myself." With a ginger ale, sweet thing got himself together and drove an hour to my parents house to receive some stitches.

He is well. He even managed to eat some delicious supper from Maison Bolotte (my parent's home, for those of you who don't know street French).

He's a lefty, so this injury comes with high stakes.

In other news, there was a lot of gator meat at Baton Rouge tailgates this weekend.

Huh. Imagine that!

There were many other sights, smells, and sounds to consume.

Other than Gator fans in jorts, one of my favorite sights during football season is walking from the gate into the stadium and uphill, you begin to see the sky first, then all of the fans with all of that glorious purple and gold. I snapped a picture of that fine sight, but all I got was a girl's butt with a tacky LSU jersey, so it kind of ruined the moment for me and for my poignant blog description. Maybe my photo skills will be better next time, so I can relay to you my favorite moment of football.

Does anyone out there know what I'm talking about?