No really, happy St. Packers Day!
That is what Teena, who can be quite rigid in these matters, calls it. She hears things how she hears them and the first way her brain interprets the sounds is the right one. For example:
"Fe fie fo fum
I smell the blood of an English bun"
Teena, what is an English bun? She does not know but will scream you down if you try to tell her it is anything other than how she heard it the first time.
Football is pretty pervasive around here as you might imagine. Kids rebel against their parents as teens by claiming to be fans of Minneapolis or Chicago. While some teenagers are busy trying to sneak skanky clothing out of the house, around here they will wear a purple Vikings shirt to get their parents and other adults all riled up. There are worse things.
So, Happy St. Packers Day to all!