Navy and Orange

 Well.  Today is the Superbowl, and since my Giants aren't playing this year, I decided to go Team Broncos, and wore navy and orange in my wholehearted support.  I love the Superbowl.  I really like football and food, so this is a no brainer, peeps.

My smart son said, "Mom, you should hold a football today for a prop".  Then he proceeded to throw it at me and take a picture.  

No Heismann in my future, for sure.

My $12.99 navy Ross dress, navy flats that I think I bought from Payless, but can't remember.  Orange tank from Walmart, orange flower barrette worn as a brooch today.  Football courtesy of a teenage son who likes to throw it way over my head since it's sooooo funny that he's quite a bit taller than me.

Har har.  Yes, you are taller than me.  I get it.

Then I went to church, and proceeded to get spit up on by my friend's baby.  I don't mind.  They're only little for so long, and the next thing you know, they're demanding a car and designer jeans.

I love this little girl.  SO MUCH.

Now we're getting ready for a Superbowl party at our church.  My husband is home, and very well known for his deviled eggs.  My house?  Well, it basically smells like a huge fart right now.  I don't even like deviled eggs, but I'm clearly in the minority.  So he's been a busy man the past day, making SEVEN DOZEN EGGS.

His hair is longer than mine.

Can you imagine the stink in my house right now?

Kitchen Aid mixers.  They're not just for cakes!

I have a feeling we will still run out of eggs.

However, as it is written: “What no eye has seen, what no ear has heard, and what no human mind has conceived”— the things God has prepared for those who love him— 1 Corinthians 2:9 NIV

Have a blessed day, people.  And go Broncos.  I am saying they are going to win by only one touchdown.  Let's see if I'm right.