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There was a football game on today? And I missed it? Damn!
I meant baseball, jerkface.:P
Beautiful post, as always. Happy Father’s Day, Meg’s Dad.
Baseball isn’t even spelled like football – and the field is a different shape and there are different numbers of players and the ball is different and football doesn’t stop just because it’s raining and I really miss football and I will really miss Brett – sigh
That post was so chock full o’love, I hope you didn’t spend the $6 too.
Meaghan…if I EVER said “Meaghan, can you use an inside voice?” I would have been yelling it, using a sarcastic tone of voice and we’d have ended up killing ourselves laughing at the thought that people actually said things like that to each other!! Love ya kiddo! And why is my husband sighing for Brett Favre?
I loved Brett
My family is exactly the same way with the mushy-gushy love stuff all the time (though my Dad was just Chairman of the Deacons, not the pastor, thank Heaven for small favors), so I know precisely what you mean.
And I miss him so much, you have no idea.
Happy F-Day, Daddio!