|Le sigh. I never asked to be adopted into a Giants household.|
I've never been a fan of sports, mostly because of bad childhood memories of always being picked last for teams. To this day, I still can't catch a round object with any kind of reliability, and if you ask me to dribble a basketball, it will get away from me after two bounces. So imagine my horror when I discovered that Mr. Cation is a huge sports fan! I reluctantly resigned myself to having to learn something about 1) Notre Dame football, and 2) the SF Giants.
|Wearing this cap is an insult to my dignity.|
While I now know more about sports than I ever thought I would (and definitely more than anyone in my elementary school thought I ever would, I'm sure), I can still think of at least forty-two other things I'd rather be doing than watching ESPN. Seriously, during the fall the TV is always on on weekends because there's either a game, or highlights, or commentary to watch. This used to bug me when we first got married, but now that I sew...that just means I get five hours of uninterrupted sewing time to churn things out.
|Wait, what did you say the final score was tonight? We're going to the World Series, you say?|
So when I found out that the Giants winning the pennant means that there will be at least another four games to occupy my husband, I cheered.
|Reaching up for a double high five?|
What does your significant other do while you sew?