Football, a fur ball, a first birthday and Jersey Boys were the ingredients to all kinds of weekend fun!
With a long Nashville week behind us, all Teddy wanted to do on Friday was drink cattails out of the sink (Can you blame him? Napping, eating, napping, bird watching, eating and napping all day tends to parch this feline).
Of course seeing Ted’s little tail in the air, I couldn’t let him drink alone.
Tedstar and I reminisced about our cute little Iowa T-bird and Pink Lady as we flipped through their trick-or-treating photos.
We prepped for our Saturday tailgate (or really our homegate – as no trucks are involved, we’re inside and set the food on a kitchen table…) by getting the most important item ready. Our moonshine.
The crew was kinda lazy this week and went with all store bought snacks (Halloween was hard on
us me and it was all I could do to get out of bed by 10:15am for the 11am kick-off).
However, my very own King of the BBQ brought in his famous ribs (thanks Dad). You know, the ones were each batch he makes is, “my best ever.”
Delighted to have protein added to my carb heavy acquisitions, I tried to single handedly eat all of the ribs without getting sauce everywhere.
Our Iowa Hawkeyes began to bore around halftime and Mr. Bear assumed his favorite football viewing position.
As our team sank into another loss, we took it upon ourselves to shoot it down with our beloved moonshine.
While we were busy trying to get drunk, Teddy was concerned with trying to kill his new toy. A skeleton Gma gifted him for Halloween.
Being that this was a skeleton and it was already dead (unbeknownst to my Einstein of a cat – he takes after his mother), Ted ended up falling in love with the stuffed creature and had it by his side the rest of the day.
While the bear was busy with his brain cells, I was getting all blinged out with somewhere to go Saturday night.
My friends Wild Bill and G’s (you know – the one who almost punched an 80-year-old man for me) little pumpkin turned the big single digit!
While trying to avoid stepping on any one of the 234 tiny hands crawling on the floor with my stilettos, I kinda hung tight with the crowd I know I can’t hurt (but has often done a number on me…).
As the soiree started to wind down, here’s what remained…
I couldn’t help but think of what kinds of after party remnants used to be found after our parties a few short years ago.
As my friends went to tuck little ones away for slumber, I headed back to unhaunt my mini-manse from all of my Halloween shenanigans.
After Teddy inspected every single spooky decoration that went into a Tupperware bin, I got ready for a hot date with my mama.
A great show, fabulous evening and mama was even able to relax although our seats were up near the clouds (she’s terrified of heights).
A little bummed with the end of Halloween, I was quickly reminded of what’s just around the corner.
Have I mentioned I’m just as cray over Christmas as I am Halloween?
Consider yourself warned.
Cheers to a fabulous week!