Man-Time

   Daddy took me to my first football game last night, and it was so awesome I slept through the entire game!  (In case you didn't catch that, the part about the game being awesome was indeed sarcastic.)  First of all, it wasn't Auburn football.  Second of all, who decided that tight, butt clinging pants were acceptable for men to wear when playing a supposedly manly sport?  Nothing is manly when done in tights!  I don't care if you call them pants, they're tights.  Forgive me if I would rather sleep than watch a bunch of grown men run around a field in girly outfits, pretending that throwing a ball really far and tackling the other guys really hard makes wearing said outfit less humiliating.  But that's ok guys, tell yourself whatever helps you sleep at night. 
   The highlight of the night was most definately the fact that I got to spend it with daddy.  I did not receive my root beer or my turkey leg (dang you mommy!), but daddy fed me spinach, pea, and pear puree, so I guess that makes it ok....