Sunday, September 20, 2009

Domestic Iron Bowl

Deep in the heart of Dixie, there are two camps.

There are those who will be found in crimson and white most fall Saturdays. {This is what we call the good camp.}Then there are those who will be found in orange and blue. {This is what we would have called the bad camp, iffen' they hadn't sent such a cute representative.}
And, although these tribal colors point to the most sacred of southern allegiances, it turns out that, against all odds and contrary to all prior human experience, it is possible for a Wearer of the Crimson and a Wearer of the Orange to come together and play nice.
At least until November, that is.

6 comments:

Lily Pad said...

Love it! Great pictures!!!

Aunt Cacky said...

Well said!

Julie said...

Just goes to show you that rivals can be best of friends!!!

Katie and Matt said...

waaaarrrrrr eagle, hey!! :)

although andrew in that outfit could certainly sway a girl's heart...

Aunt Betty said...

Roll Tide!! And lets not forget that half of Lily is loyal to the tide! Her Daddy's half!

J said...

So precious!!!

You have such a way with words!

You really should write a book.