Happy Thanksgiving

I'm excited for the Cowboys game tomorrow! Even more now than I was before. Angela met a guy this week who does security at Texas Stadium and he offered to let us on the field during warm ups. Eeeeee! If this really happens I will flip out! We're supposed to call his cell phone when we get there and he'll meet us at the door to some secret Star-adorned passageway and escort us onto the field. Eeeee I say! I can't imagine being within stalking distance of Roy Williams and Jason Witten. And Bill Parcells. He has such pretty blue eyes. And even though he will be an enemy Bronco on Thursday, I love me some John Lynch and I cannot be held responsible for how I might react in his presence. I loved him when he was with the Bucs and I love him now even though I'm not wild about the Broncos. John Lynch rocks. But I don't want to scare him. If I get up close and personal with any of these guys I just might drive them nuts with my talk of xxx's and ooo's and what exciting things they can do with the nickel package, and then I'll be escorted off by the same nice security guy that let us on the field and I'll have to watch the game from a stadium jail cell with no hope of the beer guy coming by. That wouldn't be good. I should rig up some type of restraint so I can be sure I won't jeopardize my ability to enjoy the game from our seats. I think they're on the 30 yard line.

We've only been to one other Cowboys game and that was when they lost to the Eagles 41 to 14 a few Septembers ago. It was bad. It was 175 degrees on the field. I swear to you. The real temperature was 115 and the hot players and the big crowd made it worse. The air just sat there and hovered instead of making a beeline for the hole in the roof. We dripped with sweat the whole game. I sat there with a wet towel on my head. This will be much more pleasant.

Even though we're not having a big family dinner this year we're still going to get up tomorrow morning and put a turkey in the oven just so we can have the smell in the house. It will be turkey pot pourri. We're not going to eat it because that would interfere with our plans to pig out on cheese-soaked goodness at Texas Stadium. But we'll have it for the weekend. Leftovers are the best part anyway and our whole Thanksgiving dinner will be one big leftover.

Go Cowboys! Have a safe and happy Thanksgiving ya all.