look at us caring about sports!

it's a rare sight!  usually only visible in the warmest days of fall (aka the better half of college football season).  neither steve nor i are big jocks.  sure steve still holds the middle school record for hurdles and he was captain of the high school pole vaulters, but we'd be lying to say espn is a common channel on our tv.

psh who am i kidding we've actively started turning off tv shows mid-episode to switch to breaking bad.  the only thing more addictive than meth is my confusingly strong attraction to bryan cranston on a murder streak (who is not only old enough to be my father... he's actually older than my father.  on the bright side steve is prematurely greying so it should all work out).

there are some things in ann arbor that eat the town alive.  there are all-encompassing events that wedge themselves into the local culture and thoroughly inconvenience anyone trying to go about daily life.  the art fair, the film festival, top of the park, and various bits of sports seasons all fall into this category.  sometimes the best medicine is a heavy hand on the horn of the subaru, but other times it's just easier to say, "if you can't beat 'em, join 'em."

my office does a weekly raffle for home game tickets to the michigan football games.  last week my name got pulled, so steve and i headed to the big house (ahem, that's the university of michigan's football stadium... not prison) for the first time since steve's undergrad graduation.  we watched an unexpectedly anxiety-inducing game against the university of akron, we got sunburned, we ate hotdogs and then got dinner after the game with my parents. on the whole it was a very festive weekend and we feel like lucky ducks for winning!

also can i just reiterate how happy i am to have steve home?

we're still making goo-goo eyes at each other from spending so long apart.

goodness me i love this guy.

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