I’m with her
Clearly, I have no idea what I did to deserve Ashley, but I owe someone somewhere something big-time.
Got this text out of left field.
Oh sweet mother I’ve turned this hot lady into a Gamecock!
There’s a Gamecock watching party at my house on Saturday! Lady’s orders.
Now only God can save us from the fact we’re playing in the dang swamp after they’ve just reamed the last two contenders.
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so what if out of right field I pop up and watch the game with ya? you did say party. thats all I need to know before I’m there haha. I kid I kid!
was she a tater before? a non-football person whatnot?
yeah man! c’mon up! We’ll have a grand time!
She wasn’t really for either. Some family were Clemson fans but no loyalty. It’s good to have her on this side. It’s even better that she’s excited about watching the games. She’s a keeper!
It would do my heart good if the Cocks could up-end the Gators. I would like to be able to say that the ‘Dores had an off-night on Saturday, but they actually played pretty dang good and still allowed 42.
Best to you and your… um… yikes… Cocks?
(By the way, the first time I really knew I’d found the right girl was after I married her… but still, it was 2 months after we exchanged our “I do’s” when we woke up late on a Saturday morning. She woke up and frantically yelled, “Crap! Wake up… We’re gonna miss it! Gameday’s on!”
She’s a keeper alright.