I’ve said it before, but it bears repeating, I’m a Packers Fan. Just looking at those words, they don’t seem like…enough.
I’m a gigantic, fanatic, don’t you dare call me during a game because I’m not going to talk to you on the freaking phone because THE GAME IS ON, fan! I have a game day routine. I have game day food. I have game day attire that may or may not include game day underwear. I have a problem and I’m proud of it.
Me on my birthday. (It’s in September, so I’m always rewarding by aging with new gear for the season! Thank you everyone for feeding my obsession!)
My Halloween Pumpkin
Me in my Kerry Cave (Where you’ll find me on game day, but, remember, you’re not allowed to talk to me.)
You get the idea.
So, it came as no surprise to me when my beautiful, kind, caring, sensitive, and smart daughter decided to draw this for me on our driveway.
Awww….. My three loves…. The Pack, Aaron and Clay.
Not wanting to be left out , my son, who for some reason decided he was a Cowboys fan, (Despite this, I allowed him to remain my child anyway), added his own two cents.
Go Pack Go!