There’s always a magical feeling when one ascends the stairs from the parking lot toward Friday night’s high school football game. And that magical feeling is the flask banging against Bossy’s leg from its position in her jacket pocket.
Just kidding! Bossy doesn’t bring a flask! Anymore. Yet.
WebSavvyMom saysSeptember 20, 2011 at 11:42 am
–>Not one but TWO flasks, right? Oh wait, that’s me at Virginia Tech games. Cheers!
Lisa R saysSeptember 20, 2011 at 12:53 pm
Hahahaha. I love it and would do it!
Meg at the Members Lounge saysSeptember 20, 2011 at 3:12 pm
~annie saysSeptember 20, 2011 at 4:57 pm
This photo looks like some strange nativity scene… Perhaps after a flask-ful?
Caroline saysSeptember 21, 2011 at 1:17 am
Dude. Flask on. Life’s too short.
Liz in Virginia saysSeptember 22, 2011 at 6:33 pm
Is this in any way similar to the sippy cup(s) filled with “juice” I used to take to the pool on lazy summer afternoons?
Gail K. saysSeptember 22, 2011 at 8:11 pm
I Think it is a rule that if you are an adult you have to have a flask. If you are a student, you shouldn’t, but you probably do.
Franca Bolla saysSeptember 22, 2011 at 10:32 pm
Flask, hell. I’d need a barrel to get me to go to a high school football game again.
Franca’s kinda cranky tonight.