I Wonder if Celebrity Stalkers KNOW That They're Stalkers?

Isn't Simon Lappin dreamy? Did I mention that he's Scottish?

I can say that here (that he's dreamy, not that he's Scottish-- I could say that anywhere) because Hubby gave up on reading my blog when it became silly. My photo of a photo in the CanaryStore catalog (they don't give the photographer credit, sorry)

When Hubby went away to play in the desert last year, I was forced to utilize his and the kids' season tickets and attend the football matches. I hated to admit I enjoyed myself, but I did and when he returned, he got me my own ticket.

Now I am the Norwich City junkie. It's just fascinating to me that I can watch these guys play on TV and then stand and chat with them at Carrow Road.

Yesterday I had plans to take the family for a surprise cinema evening to see the new "A Christmas Carol" movie when an email came in from the hubby:

"There’s a reserve game tonight at 7:30. It’s against West Ham United.
This one will have Jon Otsemobor and Simon Lappin signing
autographs beforehand at 6:45.
A shame we live so far from Carrow Road."

I responded,

"We live far from Carrow Road? Did you say Simon Lappin?!"

"A Christmas Carol" took an immediate bin dive.

It finally occurred to me about 8.45 when my nose was frozen, ears aching and kids were all still awake, what he had meant by being so far away from Carrow Road. My kids didn't go to bed until 10pm on a school night.



BUT, it was worth it. We had such a good time and I didn't do anything humiliating like star-struck babbling, "I think you're the best player and you should get Man of the Match for every game!"
No, I managed to remain slightly controlled and dignified.

There's still the Christmas party opportunity to embarrass myself.

I should mention here that Hubby's a great sport-- he happily took my picture with Simon last night and joked that I could photoshop the kids out of it.