Took the kids the the high school's homecoming game. And by taking them, I mean I bought our tickets and they ditched me.
The team got slaughtered.
The marching band performance was uninspired.*
There were 13 girls in the Homecoming court. 13!
But the most disturbing sight was the meeting of the mascots. I'm not sure which was creepier, the blow-up doll without a mouth, or the maniacal David Letterman.
Good running,
Doug
*When I was in school, people came to the game to see the band. Seriously. And I'm just saying that because I was in band. Anyone else who was in the band will back me up.
Numbers: 1.4 squeezed in between cleaning up the dog's crate-bound poo explosion and cleaning up the dog's puke.
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