For a number of years we have talked about getting season tickets but in the end, we both would rather be sitting in our living room with something in the crock pot watching the game, so we haven't done it. So why is he asking me to go with him on December 26th?!? Did he expect me to go along with it?
He got what he wanted. A few days later, I mentioned that since we had such a great time at the MU, Georgetown game (it was INSIDE) that I would go with him if he could find some tickets. The hunt was on and it was surprisingly easy (due to the holiday I am guessing). We got two tickets at face value and then we found someone with a gold parking pass. No turning back now.
So tomorrow morning, I will be layering on clothes after clothes and throwing on my North Face winter jacket, stocking cap, boots, and gloves and will proudly stand by my husband and bare the cold, all in the name of LOVE.
But since I have decided to be such a wonderful wife, I figured I would share a little tid bit about my wonderful husband. Last Sunday we had a few friends over for the game. A few comments were made about my husband's luscious long locks and then the TV crew panned over to Mr. Brody Croyle standing on the sidelines. Twins? Maybe not but siblings, YES. From that moment on in the game, Justin was referred to as Brody. Now, I wouldn't have thought twice about it but when some random person comes up to him and says that he looks like Brody, it kind of makes you chuckle. I have been on him when it comes to cutting his hair but now....
I may just shut my mouth about it. It is only hair and he has never said anything about how much or how crappy my hair looks!! Love you honey!