Today, he finally got his dream. We all dressed up in Panthers shirts. And since the team won, it seems that we will be having to do this EVERY Sunday now, or listen to my dear darlings whining complaints that the reason the team lost is that I didn't wear my Panthers shirt.



Apparently, in retribution for dressing them up in pink shirts and jerseys, the girls decided to bead their dad up. I just snapped pictures. I wasn't coming to his rescue! He made us go to Garden Ridge and CiCi's like this!


Ah... I love my crazy family. Even my superstitious husband.
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