No autocorrect, it is not monsoon, it is MOMsoon. Just accept it, okay?
Family weekend at ASU with Jodie.
Aside from the massive thunderstorm that soaked me upon arrival, Tempe weather was glorious with a high only up to 90 degrees. We won’t discuss the humidity that created the ball of frizz that was my hair…the low humidity they tell me. My hair vehemently disagreed.
Oh well. I was spending the weekend with my 4th darling daughter.
At the movies.
And the obligatory Costco re-stocking run followed by lots of eating together.
Plus a little politics too including this discussion which I wholeheartedly support.
Followed by bowling.
Bowling with the roommate and her family.
Twins versus DG Twins.
The DG Twins win…the right twins they tell me.
The next day brings football and the call to wear maroon for the Maroon Monsoon which is what we do. But first, tailgating.
Tailgating Greek-life style, a first for me and where I become acquainted with the Maroon MOMsoon and that the Greek guys love the moms.
We shall imagine that it was the MOMsoon that brought it for ASU’s victory over Cal and not their now 4-0 season.
And as the MOMsoon recedes, it is back to the books and studies and work and bringing back out all the stuff hidden from the parents for the kids. Thanks, kids! This mom had fun!