I knew it was going to be bad, but I had no idea it was going to be THAT bad!
I nearly choked on my bacon and cheese slider on the first play of the freakin' game!!
I don't know if I've told you or not, but it's like I have football ESP or something. For the last three years, I have been on point when it comes to predicting Alabama losses. And I hadn't felt good about this Ole Miss game all week. Every time I tried to mention it to Mr. Horton, he would just say, "You gotta think positively. Only positive vibes, baby!" Yea, well, when I woke up Saturday morning with a headache, those "positive vibes" went in the trash! The day had 'loss' written all over it! And when Ole Miss showed up sporting those butt ugly blue helmets that they hadn't worn since the last time they beat Bama in TTown, I knew we were in for it.
Y'all think I'm lying, but by half time, Wayne and I were no longer in the same room together. I left him upstairs in the theater room while I watched in the living room. I eventually moved to our bedroom and hid under the covers of our goose down. And it's not that we can't watch together because he's hollering or going nuts. Wayne's a pretty "calm" Alabama fan football watcher - I only heard him holler from upstairs a few times Saturday night and that was very uncommon for him. But when things start spiraling out of control, it's best that we separate. I let him sulk by himself.
After a loss, it's like this cloud of gloom settles over the Rammer Jammer Chateau. We mope. We don't talk to each other. We just let everything be. By about Tuesday, we come out of the fog and all is right in the world again and we begin looking forward to the next game. The next one being BOTH our alma maters: the ULM Warhawks!
My blog friend, Lauren, is so funny! She texted me late Saturday night and said, "Please tell me you do not have Ole Miss fans at your house! Throw them in the pool!!" Unfortunately, I had to tell her that we didn't have any friends over, just the two of us, the way Wayne wanted it. But he kept saying all day that he just knew Barry was going to pop out of the bushes right before the game! Barry's creepy like that! Ha!
The first question Alise asked me when she woke up Sunday morning was, "Did we win?" I had to break the news to her. Wayne was still in bed. Moping.
So Alise and I spent the rest of Sunday afternoon working on her Anne Frank project. She finished well over half of it this weekend and I'm so proud of her for doing the majority of it on her own. I'm also proud of myself for letting her. I would show you a picture of her pizza box, but in all fairness, it's ugly. Who knew they made WWII stickers? All I can say is thank goodness someone did! I spent $30 bucks at Michael's for this stupid project! AND, Alise gets the pleasure of participating in a "wax museum" on Friday in our school library to portray her character. Where do teachers come up with these ideas?
Here's to a better week than this weekend!