Tonight the kids and I went to Bedtime Stories with my mom and aunt, we all liked it really well. Both of the kids gave it a thumbs up - only thing I was so-so on was a scene where Adam Sandler sprays Xmas tree fire retardant in his eyes. Little man re-enacted in Hollister with the cologne, much to the chagrin of his mother and sister. Think it hurt enough he won't do it again....
I digress...
After the movie and dinner we needed to stop at the local Holiday station for some gas to make it home. While standing in the flippin' cold waiting for the pump to work I noticed a rather sleek automobilie drive up.
It was pretty, really, really pretty and looked like this:
I didn't even notice the person driving the car get out to buy something inside, I was looking at the pretty, pretty car. A carload of 20 somethings drove up and said, "OMG! OMG!!! It's him!!!"
"Him who?" I thought.
"It's Adrian. Adrian Peterson!!!", one of the girls screamed. They all seriously jumped out of the car so fast one lost her shoe. Sad.
Adrian was so gracious to take a photo in 16 degrees with an Under Armour shrit and sweats on - no coat.
I told the kids, "Hey, look there is Adrian Peterson."
Both looked and seemed unimpressed since their encounter at the Original Pancake House with Adrian last month...Joe looked up from his DS and said, "Oh yeah, I know him."
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