The boys of fall.

Things in my house are about to change drastically, as I'm sure they are for many of you.  How do I know this?  Because they do every September when football starts.  While I am really excited about football season starting (because of fall, making chili every Sunday, getting together with friends, etc. ), I will not fool you into thinking that by Week 8 I will not be buying an US Weekly to read while we watch EVERY single game that comes on.  You see, I am married to a sports F-A-N-A-T-I-C, the type that HAS to watch every game.  I mean, why wouldn't you watch every game, according to him?  It's football season.

Thank goodness for my girls fantasy football league.  It helps this football widow have some communication with her husband for the 5-6 months of football.....and it's fun, especially the draft.  And I have a chance to win some moolah.  So come on, Adrian Peterson.  I need you to be amazing this year.

Helping Mommy with her draft.

I am realizing, though, that I HAVE to be a part of Football Saturday and Football Sunday or I'm going to be left out of this family.  I have a son... and I have a husband...and I'm pretty sure my puppy dog likes football, too.  I'm almost positive Sundays will be Parker/Daddy time (Bryan calls it Daddy/Sonday), but I will be there, checking my fantasy football points, painting my nails, and reading my US Weekly.....until my little girl comes along.  :)