The pizza has been ordered.
The Twerps have been fed.Quickly...very very quickly. Chop Chop. I got places to go and football to see.Okay. Okay. Maybe I was a little too harsh. Take your time....eat. But hurry up about it.
Cause do you see what is comin on? Hark the Harold Angels Sing.And let me just tell you, I cannot pass an opportunity to do my high school cheer dance to the Sooner Fight Song.
And this is the look on IJ's face as I pant from my 2 minutes of exerting energy.But it does not stop me....I did a second round for Ooooooklahoma where the wind comes sweeping down the plains. But then I had to get serious.....
Cause if I lose, I have to wear orange and blue to work tomorrow...but if I win, the Vice President will be in crimson and creme. The color of the gods.
And can I just say ORANGE AND BLUE? Could there be a more obnoxious palette? I mean who could possibly look good in ORANGE?
Off to watch the game. If you do not hear from me tomorrow it is because I am hiding my face in shame -- in blue and orange shame.
So please dear Sooners, for my fashion pride....PLEASE win. Please. Amen.