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it’s the most wonderful time of the year

It’s the hap-happiest season of all…

Bet your thinking Christmas, right?  Well, my lovelies, you would be mistaken.  The most wonderful time of the year is, in fact, Fall.  More specifically, Fall and SEC Football Season!  IT’S GAMEDAY PEOPLE!!!  Aren’t you pumped?!?  I have been psyched about today for weeks.  In truth, I’ve been looking forward to this day since Bama put the smack down on LSU for their 14th National Championship last January.

The fact is, I’m the football fan in the family.  The Mr. and I have a running joke that when it comes to college football, I fulfill the stereotypical male role in our relationship.  Every Saturday from September through the BCS championship game in January, I can be found parked in the comfiest chair in the living room  (right in front of the flat screen), guzzling some sort of ale or stout, shouting at refs, and armchair quarterbacking.

Lest you be tempted to pity The Mr. because he didn’t know what he was getting into, I should tell you that he knew – from Day 1.  The Mr. and I actually met at the Ole Miss v. Alabama game in Oxford in 1997.  He had come up to visit his brother who introduced us.  Our first conversation went something like this (To set the scene, picture me absolutely engrossed in the game glancing back and forth at it and him while he grinned and attempted to chat up a cute redhead he just met…):

Him:  Hi, I’m Steve.
Me:  Uh-huh.  Nice to meet you.  GET HIM, GET HIM, GET HIIIIIMMMMM!!!!
Him: So, how do you know Robby (his brother who introduced us)?
Me:  Huh? Oh…um…we’re…we’re in the same choir and opera program.  ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!? THAT’S INTENTIONAL GROUNDING!
Him:  I actually really enjoy classical music.  I’ve always enjoyed Wagner.
Me:  WHAT THE…! Wha? Huh?  Oh, that’s great…IN WHAT WORLD WAS HE NOT BEHIND THE LINE OF SCRIMMAGE…

Never fear, we actually had a real conversation (one in which I fully participated) later that evening a party, when I wasn’t as distracted.  And the rest, as they say, is history…and get’s us back to me screaming at TV every Saturday in the Fall.  The only difference is that now he knows better than to attempt meaningful conversation with me during the game.  He’s also sweet enough to keep bringing me beer.

As much as I love college football in general, my heart belongs to Ole Miss.  This time of year there is no where I’d rather be than in the cool, crisp fall air in Oxford, Mississippi.  Let’s face, I’d rather be in Oxford any ol’ day of the year, but that desire is magnified by a GAZILLION during football season.

Unfortunately, this weekend we are not traveling and it doesn’t really feel like Fall outside.  But a girl and dream, can’t she?  I wish is was 30 degrees cooler outside…

I wish I was wearing this… (At Ole Miss, Gameday is a dress event)

(Credit BCBG)

I wish I was here…

sipping on one of these…

(Credit marthastewart.com)

eating this…

(Credit Southern Living)

getting ready to head over here…

Instead, I’m at home, wearing this…

sipping on one of these…

while watching the game here…

It’ll do for now.  HOTTY TODDY!!

Cheers y’all,

The Mrs. Signature

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1 comment

  1. PF

    Doesn’t “excuse me, I need to run to the restroom” (attributed to HIM) belong near the top of that first meeting dialogue with your husband? Apologies if the story has been erroneously embellished… :)

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