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.
Sunday, September 20, 2009
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6 comments:
Love it! Great pictures!!!
Well said!
Just goes to show you that rivals can be best of friends!!!
waaaarrrrrr eagle, hey!! :)
although andrew in that outfit could certainly sway a girl's heart...
Roll Tide!! And lets not forget that half of Lily is loyal to the tide! Her Daddy's half!
So precious!!!
You have such a way with words!
You really should write a book.
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