Dillon's Mistress

There's this guy. His name is Todd. I like to refer to him as "Dillon's Mistress". (Actually when I first started dating Dillon his family referred to Todd as "Dillon's Girlfriend" but then we got married, forcing them to revise the title a bit). 

Todd is a Green Bay fan. Dillon, a San Fran enthusiast. Last Saturday their friendship was put to the test. I only had got to watch half of the game because of other plans. It was entertaining to say the least. One yelling at the screen while the other clapped in glee. I sat on the couch and giggled at it all. 

When all was said and done, the Niners prevailed. The result? San Francisco moves on in the play-offs and Dillon and I get free dinner courtesy of Todd. To add insult to injury Todd also has to wear a 49ers jersey when he takes us to dinner. 

Post-game photo. Look- still friends.

**That poncho is something special isn't it? Dillon's dad brought that back from Cancun just for him. Hideous, no?**