So Much to Do.

Just get cleaned up from the All Saints’ Day debauchery and you turn around and it’s time to get ready for the Fête du Bon Père. There’s the macaroni to harvest, Saints to rotate, candy corn to prepare, felines to appease, ice cream to lovingly hand-crank, walls to launder, and the Johnny Sauce to tap from the Johnny Sauce Tree. So much to do; so little time.

And, of course there were those highlighted football games on Saturday.

As I am sure you are all aware, UMD squeaked by Minnesota-Crookston, 55-7. I tell you, it was a nail-biter. GO BULLDOGS! (Am I the only one who was stunned to find out that the University of Minnesota has a campus in Crookston?)

But their canine compadres, the UW Huskies (or Huckin’ Fuskies as they are referred to south of the border) took it in the shorts. It was a little embarrassing. Ducks 53, Dawgs 16. It was kind of like clubbing cute, adorable puppies.

I cheered a lot: the duck call was used often and at full volume.

There were delicate explanations that I needed to give to Ralph and Trixie when all was said and done. Actually, Richard gave the explanations. I just asked for forgiveness on Sunday. I don’t mean to insinuate I drank too much during the onslaught, but, technically speaking, I don’t remember the end of the game.

I think I will have to behave myself just a touch better when Oregon hosts the Arizona Wildcats. Max has a tendency to kill first and ask questions later.