That's NOT My Mama
You've seen this picture here and here before on my blog.
It's part of our history here in Houston and one thing I always look forward to seeing when we head downtown to an Astros game or whatnot.
So you can imagine my dismay when we headed to the Astros game Saturday night. I glanced to my left and let out an audible gasp. I scared the family, it was so loud.
Then I hear the words "That's NOT my Mama" uttered. I was so sad.
So you can imagine my dismay when we headed to the Astros game Saturday night. I glanced to my left and let out an audible gasp. I scared the family, it was so loud.
Then I hear the words "That's NOT my Mama" uttered. I was so sad.
They painted her.
*I apologize for the quality of the picture. Big D was traveling fast and I had to snap it quick in the midst of my despair.
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6 comments:
Oh, no! They painted it? And what a color!
I'm so confused. Why did they do that? And what is that yellow thing?
BOOOOOOO!
HAHA! sorry....
WOW! What a difference a paint job makes. She sure isn't your mama anymore.
Your blog keeps getting better and better! Your older articles are not as good as newer ones you have a lot more creativity and originality now keep it up!
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