The Mr. and I are headed off to U town for a big football game today. We are eating breakfast with K and the Bug first.
I told the Mr. to pack the grill for tailgating. We might not cook a thing, but we need it for warmth!
High temperature: 48 with a chance of a few sprinkles.
The game is sold out. They are expecting 50,000+. All but about ten will be all bundled up and huddled together.
The other ten? Painted chests, no shirts, and scary blood alcohol levels.