On the seventh day of Christmas

Sydney had a big night at the big game.

Rob scored box seats in a suite at the University of Texas’ Frank Erwin Center for a men’s basketball game. 

This is the suite they were in with a dozen or so strangers and a waiter.



Goofballs.



The food was apparently pretty darn tasty.



And the place was packed.

 
By the time they got in, I was already in bed.  That may be a first in my 12 year relationship that we were in the same town and I went to bed first.  Anyway, they didn’t get much chance to tell me all about it, but Sydney did show me her huge tote bag full of pom-poms and other free stuff garnered from the game.  They even brought home the plastic plate that she ate her wings off of with the University logo on it.
Needless to say, Sydney was over the moon. 

Tonight is her last game before the holiday break and I am working ticket sales.  Yeah. 

Oops, did that sound under excited?  Can’t help it.  Scheduling family stuff around her radical basketball schedule has left me pretty over the whole thing.  I’m pretty sure that I see why all the parental support for the team is from the freshman parents.  After one year, you know what you’re getting into and you know to be more careful about what you offer.

This came in the mail.


I know what’s in it.  I ordered it.  But, I didn’t get to feel it or actually see it.  When the box came in, I said “somebody wrap that and put it under the tree for me.”  Herculean self restraint.

Hurry up Christmas, Hurry up Christmas, hurry up, hurry up, hurry up.

Have a great Thursday.  Hi-ho, Hi-ho, it’s off to earn enough to pay that credit card off.

Lane

Tomorrow.
Tomorrow.
can’t wait for tomorrow,
Clue 5 is a day away…….
(bring up the violins)
TOMORROW, TOMORROW….
You’re only a Day A-WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!!!!!