I pulled into a parking space in the crowded parking lot at H.E.B on Saturday afternoon. It's one of the only two places I can get fresh meat in this town. The other place is Walmart and "fresh meat" at Walmart means packaged and shipped in from some meat packing plant south of Disneyworld along the Kissimmee River. Really, all I wanted was some ground beef for my taco salad....just the thought of having to go to either
If you are a Dallas Cowboys fan then please 
Now, I understand having a favorite team. I've been in a huge football pool with about forty other peeps for years, and I love watching football all day on Sundays. I have my favorite teams, and I have some sweatshirts and hats....but doing this to your car is a bit over the top.
The woman who stepped out of the car happens to be someone I recognized. She works at the local bingo hall. When I say she "works" at the bingo hall, I mean it's a paying job here, not all volunteers like California. Luckily she didn't recognize me when she got out of her car, and I kept my head down because I wanted to take pictures. I could only get two because my phone started ringing, and the only camera I had on me was the one on my phone. BTW, the back of the car had even better stuff including the woman's name! The inside was decked out too.
I'm curious.....just what kind of radius would be safe driving this car? Say I put that How about when I drive from Texas to Virginia in July? I'll be passing through Tennessee and maybe I'll stray into Falcons, Panthers and Redskin turf. So, I guess if you stay in your own hood, you can get away with sporting your team all over your car.
Of course I have some pretty nutty friends like this one back in CA. Can you figure out who her favorite football team is? She actually travels to their opening home game every year....and she still loves me even though I make fun of her Steelers wallpaper and shower curtain. Yes I do...and yes she does.
