Isn’t this the cutest house? Little garden, picket fence, steps to the ocean… this Football Wife’s dream. Might as well just get this one out of my head because
- It’s not for sale &
- There are no football teams on Hatteras Island
Summer is my favorite time of year. As a kid, it meant days spent running around the neighborhood and riding bikes barefoot. We never wore shoes to go to the swimming pool — just one more thing to remember to bring back home.
In addition to night games of Jailbreak & Capture the Flag, we were well known on our street for Water Fights. Buckets, hoses, Super Soakers, Pots & Pans, Balloons & Launchers — if it held water, we were using it as weapons. Children weren’t the only participants — if there was a water battle, somewhere you would find Larry & Kimber ready to ambush you with their launcher.
But back to that DREAM HOUSE — can’t you just imagine me sitting on the front porch reading my favorite magazine? And then Coach would come out with an ice cream cake that he made from scratch to wish me a Happy 29th Birthday. I would make a big fuss about how it was the most delicious cake I’d ever had. Babycakes, sitting at my feet, would climb on my lap and instead of pulling my hair would gently give me ten birthday kisses. Of course, we can’t leave out Furbaby. Hmmm… Furbaby, instead of running off, would tie on his own leash and just behave for once in his life.
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LOL! Love this post…