The Color Orange

This time of year when someone says orange you think Halloween, right?  In Austin, you associate orange with the University of Texas Longhorns.  I should clarify...we're not referring to any orange, we're talking burnt orange.  So Ryan's parents came in town a couple of weekends ago, and my boss hooked me up with his sweet football tickets again.  We all planned to go to the game together.  The night before the game, I joked with Ryan that we had to get his parents burnt orange shirts.  He laughed and thought it was a ridiculous idea. 

Saturday rolled around.  I was super busy preparing for a talk I was asked to give in church the next day, so Ryan and his dad went to the store to pick up a few things for Sunday's dinner.  Y'all know what happens when you send the guys to the store.  They call every five minutes asking where to find this or that and if this ingredient is the same as that ingredient.  I was impressed when they managed to come home with everything on the grocery list.  I was even more impressed that they came home with a special treat.  To my surprise Ryan's parents walked out ready to go to the game in burnt orange shirts.  It was so cute and I must say the color suited them well.

We spent the weekend grubbing at lots of yummy restaurants and even went home shopping.

Of course we were not home shopping for ourselves.  It was more or less showing Ryan's parents what they could get in Texas.  This house was bananas.  It was a waterfront property on the lake.  The back had the most beautiful old pecan and cypress trees.  I fell in love!