Matt and I picked up a mysterious “gift” from the post office today. We received a note in our mailbox Friday informing us that there was a parcel at the post office for us to pick up. Apparently, they had attempted to deliver it to our house, but it had to be signed for. Both of us were quite surprised because we were not expecting any packages.
Since it seems the only thing I have had time to post on here in the past two months is videos, here is yet another gem:
Because I have a lot of friends who are football fans, namely Steelers’ fans, I spend many Sunday and Monday evenings watching football. I am not a fan of watching football. I would much rather play. But since I love hanging out with my friends, I see plenty of games. To help keep myself entertained over the years, I have come up with my own interpretations of what the referee’s hand signals “really mean”.
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Raise your hands if you’re sure! |  |
I AM Michael Jackson |
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Stop in the name of love |  |
(In your most perky cheerleader voice) Ready! OK! |
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Would you like to go roll down a hill? |  |
You must be THIS tall to play. |
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I’ve lost my watch… I think it’s over there. |  |
The field is not flat enough. |
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Hunting boots or tennis shoes? Hunting boots or tennis shoes? |  |
Yes Master! |
I probably won’t ever be asked to ref a football game, but I definitely keep folks entertained.
