i know every girl thinks her husband is the best
but mine really is.
he's a 49ers fan
and he voluntarily subjected himself to a Cowboys game.
not only that, but he got me REALLY great seats
the weekend in iPhone pics
|gameday eggs benedict.|
i'm a sucker for some hollandaise sauce
|hubby's huevos. (HA!)|
but i also really love me some huevos rancheros.
so that's when i get to steal some of nick's breakfast too
best all around.
|apparently all i do is eat|
|yes. i am wearing a jersey.|
|dolly parton's niece was at the game|
it COULD've been dolly parton's niece.
or maybe just someone who also goes to her hairstylist.
welcome to Texas, ya'll
|and welcome to cowboys stadium|
|tony romo. Lions MVP.|
no zoom required.
we were 9 rows from the field.
hubby loves me.
the game was a bit of a heartbreaker.
we came out strong
then fell apart and lost.
this is the life of a Cowboys fan.
it is an up-at-dawn, pride-swallowing siege that i will never fully tell you about.
in other news, i'm working evenings this week
grueling slave labor this ultrasound rotation is turning out to be.
i basically go into the emergency department and throw an ultrasound probe on people
i look at their hearts, gallbladders, kidneys, livers, aortas
and sometime uteruses with babies in them
i shoot for about 20 scans a day
(sometimes i do like, 5 scans on a person at a time. i'm a multitasker)
then i go home.
so i get my mornings to blog and drink coffee on my balcony
this morning, it's actually CHILLY.
like, i might need to go put on some socks.