Go Cougars!

Yesterday we went and saw BYU vs. San Diego State; naturally, BYU won, and we had a great time together. Marshall won tickets to the game because they used his question on The Bronco Mendenhall Show. I thought it was so sweet that I was the first person he wanted to invite to the game (because #1 I don't know diddly squat about football, not that I don't appreciate football, but let's just say that every fall I have had to compete with football for the attention of my husband, not to mention the tv channel wars that frequently ensue around here. So I guess you could say I might hold a little bit of a grudge against football. It's nothing personal though.) Another reason I was surprised he asked me is because I was scheduled to work Friday night, and the game started at noon, which would leave me with about 3.5 hours of sleep- if I was lucky. I was surprised myself when I said "yes" to his invitation. I teased him later that he only asked me to be nice, knowing that I would surely say "no thanks," and when I actually said yes, he was probably bummed, knowing he could have taken his brother who is also way into BYU football instead of me. But, of course, I know my husband a lot better than that. Although sometimes I'm not sure why, he insists there is no one he would rather go with than me, even when I complain. My husband is so sweet and patient with me. I don't deserve him sometimes. It was even better because I was put on-call Friday night and didn't end up having to go to work, so I didn't have to be tired all day. It was fun to laugh and talk sans kids. We love our little ones so much, but it's fun to break away from them now and then. (We don't do that nearly enough!) Neither of us had eaten lunch before the game in our haste to get there, and we were both starving. Football, particularly the BYU sort, is about the only thing that takes priority over my husbands' stomach. Too bad for me that I don't share the same sentiment. We had plans to go to Cafe Rio after the game, and he kept telling me to hold out. So of course every single person around us at this (sold out) game was eating something or other. I kept begging to get some popcorn or something, but M knows me, and know that I would eat the whole thing and get a stomachache, and not want any real food. So, to punish him for withholding the popcorn from me, I proceeded to interrupt his concentration on the game to point out every morsel of food that came our way. (And that was a LOT.) We drooled over churros, nachos, popcorn, licorice, hot dogs, Teriyaki Stix, pizza, brownies, cotton candy, etc etc. He was, as always, a good sport and we had fun laughing about it. I asked him if he dared me to ask the kid below me for a bite of his humongous cougar tail donut maple bar thing. lol- I didn't. When the blessed time came for the Cafe Rio, I got a burrito for the first time in my life (I'm usually a salad girl) and I wolfed it down in like, three bites. Nothing ever tasted so good- SO worth the wait! Thanks for the fun date, babe! (And was I well behaved enough to get a second date for the next game?)