Don't tell Mom, but I spent Saturday hyping the Wolverines with Dad. Great Uncle Joe gifted me this super cool sweatsuit. I tried to start the wave. Dad joined in but Kip and Owen were party poopers - or maybe just Spartan fans.
All the waving wore me out. So I took a break. Thank goodness for DVR.
In 4 weeks Mom and Dad's schools face off in East Lansing. We're going to attend a tailgate and I am going to don Mom's colors. She's desperately searching for a Spartan sweatsuit just like this but thinks Great Uncle Joe bought them all and is hiding them in his basement.
p.s. You may have noticed Mom is spelling my name with a "z" now. More on that later.
