Well, this was a fantabulous sports weekend.
College Football: Very big game this past weekend. My daddy has a team, my mama has a team, and I grew up loving both with everything in me, but I refuse to jinx by saying too much, so I'll just say this one word...Geaux.
Dale Jr: 7th at Texas! Thank you, Texas! (Bonus: Kyle Busch, because of his propensity to throw temper tantrums, wrecked Hornaday under caution in the truck race Friday night, which forced NASCAR to suspend him for the entire race weekend at Texas. Again, Thank you, Texas! Great driver, but his attitude leaves a lot to be desired...shame, really.).
Me, Mom, Dad, & Aliens:
Post-game activities with my family usually involve talking (or ranting) about the game, reminding each other to breathe, and just relaxing. This weekend was a little different.
Me, walking into the kitchen and finding my mom peering out the window: "Mom?"
Mom: "Honey, there's a weird light moving outside the kitchen."
Me, a little alarmed and a lot confused: "What do you mean there's a weird light?"
Mom: "The light is bright, a little blueish, and it's moving around the driveway."
Me, cleaning up a bit: "Maybe it's someone with a flashlight?"
Mom: "No, honey, the light isn't low or round like a flashlight. It's midair and it looks like a weird shape...Oh My God, I'm being abducted by aliens," she said with a sigh. "And here I thought those alien abductions were a little bit fake."
Me, realizing I needed to look at this light: "No, Mom, you're not being abducted by aliens. There must be a reasonable explanation."
Mom: "There is a reasonable explanation--I'm about to meet E.T. Oooh, what if they're not E.T. aliens and they're more like those slimy, smelly, mean ones from Independence Day?"
Me: "Well, then I guess you go all Will Smith on their stinky butts."
Moving to take a look outside, I immediately saw the cause of the mysterious lights.
**I should probably note that my mom is night blind.
Me, grinning: "Mom, I think I can safely say you are not going to be abducted by aliens. It's Dad. He has lights on his head."
Mom: "You're saying your father is growing lights from his head?"
Me: "In a way..."
The back door flew open and in walks my Dad sporting his headband of lights.
Dad: "These are so cool. I don't have to put the porch lights on, I can finally see under the sink, and, look, it flips from bright to red!" He started flipping the switches to go from bright to red with a big goofy grin on his face.
Me, laughing: "And this would be your alien, Mom."
Mom, shaking her head: "Honey, you have no idea."
Moral of the story: Next time you see a floating light, it might be a man who has discovered the next it-thing in light-up head gear.