It was a typical Saturday morning. The house was a wreck, I had been rearranging stuff on my kitchen counters and wiping them down with Clorox. The kids were up and had breakfast but no shower yet. I still had on my pjs and hadn't even ran a hairbrush thru my hair. Then Honey calls. He had gone to breakfast with Coach Pat Dye. Coach Dye is one of Auburn University's most beloved football coaches, I had watched countless AU football games with him on the sidelines calling the shots. Honey calls and says his brother and Coach Dye are headed to our house. "You've probably got about 35 minutes before they get there" he says. My response I am sure was something like "you have got to be kidding me." But at that moment I am struggling for a reality check...Pat Dye is coming to "my" house!!!!
I yell to the kids that Coach Dye is on his way and they need to take a shower quickly as if their lives depend on it! I head to the bathroom thinking what do I do....will he come inside or just be outside....do I wash my hair...makeup yes or no. I had no time for a shower so I dumped my head over into the bathroom sink and didn't even wait for the water to warm(no lie). In 15 minutes I had "washed my hair" if you can call it that, dried my hair and applied make up...right down to the eye liner.
35 MINUTES YA'LL