Celtics


So Kath and I found ourselves in quite the predicament, you see we were invited to attend the Jazz/Celtics game last night... but we had zero Boston gear. (Kathleen should be ashamed of herself) So we ran down to my favorite store, GenX, got some green tee's and made our own iron on patches with some white broad cloth, a picture of a clover, and some iron on paper stuff. INNOVATIVE.
We had a blast and were booed left and right for our support of the Celtics, but we are used to people being offended at our superior tastes. GO CELTS

Comments

  1. NateFebruary 20, 2009 at 10:42 AM

    It's too bad all your support didn't get them a W. Go Jazz!!!

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  2. Miss AmandaFebruary 20, 2009 at 2:06 PM

    ohhh and look now you can use those shirts again here in a couple weeks! VERY cute! and your so dang creative always!! member our tree skirt!!

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  3. Scott+TiffanyFebruary 24, 2009 at 10:11 PM

    I'm so happy you found the blogging world. You're so dang cute!

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