Pe-cheew, Pe-cheew!

Those were my nipples, because it's cold outside, and I still refuse to button my coat. It's a leftover habit from my crazy past of wearing clothes inappropriately, ranging from buying all my garments 8 sizes too big, to wearing athletic shorts under my pants at all times...to walking around in sub-zero temperatures with an open coat. Other now defunct psychotic clothing-related behaviors include:

• choosing outfits in high school to match my socks, rather than the other way around
• using my bed as a hamper by day and my chair as a hamper by night all throughout college, so I was constantly moving the pile
• occasionally ironing a pair of jeans, and once--sadly I am not making this up--ironing my shoelaces

Ha! See, that's the glory of being engaged. I'm already precluded from ever getting another date, so I can say stuff like that without fear of being labeled a gigantic tool and dying alone. While I'm at it, I did chess club AND the trivia team in high school, and there's nothing any of you can do about it! Anyway, they were the flat kind of shoelaces, and I wanted them to look crisp. The end. Forever.

This weekend looks to be pretty quiet. No one is staying at our place for once, and I suspect the temperature will keep the tailgating shiznittery to a minimum. The game tomorrow will be a steamrolling, and frankly I'm really just going for the jumbo sausage and the chance to scream "Samardzija!" without looking like a weirdo.

My Pick:

ND: Chuck Norris/Vin Diesel/Mr. T Trifecta of Badassery
Orange: Delicate lace doilies