Normally this time of the year football is in big swing at our household and so many others. But not this year. My husband, his bother and parents have 4 very expensive season tickets at their alumni to which 7 Saturdays a year they get together as a family and enjoy themselves. This year they were told only 20K people were to be allowed at a game, no you would sit were your ticket printed. So they said forget it and apply the money to the 2021 season.
As a result I have a husband on my hands this fall, not a bad option by any means. Saturday he helped me take down the garden, beans were miserable this year, cukes have left, and some tomatoes have called it a day. Then he told me, put on some wild yoga pants and let’s go to the driving range. So you wanna see my ass while I hit a golf ball?? While I will never be good at the game, he told me to turn my irons in a bit and sure enough I did not spray the ball. On the way home we stopped for Mexican, good as usual then when we got home I found those pants down around my ankles. Have at it big boy.
Today we worked in the yard some more, tried to watch football but lost interest so dug out my catsuit and run around the house in all my full glory. Grilled some wings on the grill, simple salad with a beer, happy man. And yes, he got lucky again.
Maybe there is life without football.