Pump Fake

Since the delightful presence of snow always trumps bitterly cold 18 degree temperatures in The South, JBB and I layered everything that looked warm, braved the elements, and played a little football.

Don't we just look ready for the NFL? Well...I mean, look how high JBB threw the ball and straight too and we are both left-handed. Of course, there is that little matter of our accuracy and precision being highly dependent on our close proximity to one another.

One thing about living in The South is that the typical southern girl has a paltry amount of real winter gear. You know, the sort that people in Illinois, Ohio, or Michigan wear while shoveling snow out of their driveways. The only interesting cold weather fashion you'll see are the fake L.L. Bean boots that I have had since 1994 (and that still look brand new) and the fuzzy leopard Hello Kitty hat.

We stayed outside until Mr. Lipstick told us we were crazy. Then we came inside where we shivered and shook until we downed two cups of hot chocolate. We supported our NFL addiction with Dallas vs. Philadelphia, Baltimore vs. New England, and Arizona vs. Green Bay. Do you monitor how much television your children watch? I do too. I don't think football counts though.

I do need to watch what I say. Little ears can hear. Freshly popped popcorn in our laps, we only had ten minutes until the beginning of the Arizona vs. Green Bay game. We found soccer on a nearby channel and the kids begged to watch. JBB was very excited to mention that the rest of the world called soccer "football" and Pretty Girl kept pointing at the tv, saying, "look, Mommy." I was embarrassingly bored, and eventually I unearthed the remote from the blankets and little feet and babydolls. I pointed it at the tv with urgency and said, "let's see if there's some real football on yet." Gasp! What an Ugly American I am! It turned out to be a pretty good game though.