Somehow, I thought it was a good idea to agree to participate in a fantasy football league. Me. The girl who literally couldn't tell you one thing about the game of football, even after cheering at football games for six years of her life. The girl who's idea of torture is being forced to sit and actually watch a game of football. Who can only name the NFL players that are hot enough to be featured in a magazine or are in funny commercials. What on earth was I thinking?
Probably the closest I've ever been to a football.
So you can expect a full report in the next few days, probably about my utter embarrassment at being the least knowledgeable person there. I'm just holding out hope that I can sit close enough to Arsen that he can whisper some tips to me....
Along with that hilariousness, we have a pretty great weekend planned. Tonight we'll be going out with some of Arsen's coworkers. I heard their might be a piano bar involved, which makes me giddy with excitement. A little known fact about me: I love music, and I love all kinds. Like alllll kinds. I can identify and sing along to more random songs than you would believe. And it brings me some kind of twisted pleasure when people are shocked to hear me singing along to something completely unexpected....especially Arsen. So a piano bar is the perfect place for me. You're actually encouraged to sing along, no matter how off key....which I most usually am.
Tomorrow we are dropping the pup off at her favorite daycare for a nice little haircut and a day full of playing with her best doggie friends. Then Arsen and I are heading to Fort Worth for more fantasy football. Luckily, I'm not playing this time (although I should probably pay attention and take notes). Some other wives/girlfriends will be there for a girls night in a separate part of the house. Sounds pretty good to me.
So please, please, wish me luck. If you have any magical tricks or helpful fantasy football pointers, please let me know. Seriously.