As part of Funeral Week ‘06, we took the extended family to a football game. Partly so they could see that Friday Night Lights isn’t exactly fiction (the high school stadium had a jumbotron, for Christ’s sake), but also to see our niece and nephew perform in the band and drill team. And to get a little aerobic workout going up and down and up and down and up and down the stairs buying junk food for the kids, who were totally into it.
Best line of the night? My brother in law, who doesn’t often stray this side of the Mason/Dixon:
Frito pie? WTF is Frito pie?
