That's right, why? Because I married a BYU fan. Why? Because the BYU fan I married is really funny, unquestionably handsome, and treats me like a queen.
This be Rippy, Cooperstown, Padre, G-Money from left to right (as named by Steven.) I still can't believe it myself. I know you're thinking I should just get over it but its like I've said a thousand times, you don't grow up Catholic in Utah liking the Cougars. And now I'm raising fans of the Y. Hey, shit happens ok.
Brooks & Coop didn't quite make it through the second half. Rolling down the hill is funner than watching the Cougs roll over Northern Iowa.
I told Steve that me condoning their love for the blue & white was compromise enough, I was not about to shampoo this out of Sweet Boy's hair as well. The entire tub was blue but I still can't get the blue flakes out of the bath mat. Umph, the things I agree to.
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That is some serious blue hair. What a cool uncle that Stever is. I heard all about the blue hair and chest/belly paint. It's really unfair that us ladies can't paint a big paw-print on our chest and go to a BYU game shirtless. I guess that'd be breaking the dress code, wouldn't it. Shucks.
WOW! that is a serious fan-in-training, huh? I don't envy you the blue tub...
WOW! Sophie is going to be so jealous when I show her these photos!
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