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 says
September 20, 2011 at 11:42 am–>Not one but TWO flasks, right? Oh wait, that’s me at Virginia Tech games. Cheers!
Lisa R says
September 20, 2011 at 12:53 pmHahahaha. I love it and would do it!
Meg at the Members Lounge says
September 20, 2011 at 3:12 pmClink, BOSSY.
~annie says
September 20, 2011 at 4:57 pmThis photo looks like some strange nativity scene… Perhaps after a flask-ful?
Caroline says
September 21, 2011 at 1:17 amDude. Flask on. Life’s too short.
Liz in Virginia says
September 22, 2011 at 6:33 pmIs 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. says
September 22, 2011 at 8:11 pmI 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 says
September 22, 2011 at 10:32 pmFlask, hell. I’d need a barrel to get me to go to a high school football game again.
Franca’s kinda cranky tonight.