As you can see from my last two posts, I'm in a random mood. And I keep forgetting things I want to blog about so you're getting lots of small posts instead of one long one. Plus, my roommate might kick me out after she sees that I did, in fact, publish this story!
Tonight she asked me how long high school football games are. First of all, I'm not a football fan. Second of all, my answer was "I haven't been in high school in 13 years. No wait--12. No wait, it was 13." (Remember, I'm not so good at math).
But that reminded me of a conversation that has been ongoing in our apartment because it tickles my funny bone. I was telling her a random conversation I had with someone else that ended with us talking about me dating a pro football player and having to be interested in football. At the end of the story, Emily said she didn't think I should worry about dating a pro football player. She stated that at this point in our lives we could maybe date retired pro football players, but not actual pro football players. And that means I wouldn't have to worry about looking interested in football on national TV! Okay, that didn't sound very funny when I read it. But while the story doesn't translate well onto the blog, rest assured, it has brought great amusement to some pretty stressful days this week!
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