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JefferyDeanMorgan: Flew to the UK to watch this cool cat on tour and somehow ended up at a football.
Yes, they call soccer football
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"You try to be incognito but one daughter shows up wearing a cocktail outfit and the other is wearing bright blue while my wife is wearing a net." Jeffrey chuckles as he runs a hand through his hair. "You had one job guys."
Following our very emotional dinner last night, Jeffrey and I checked out of our hotel knowing that we couldn't catch our flight home. We missed being with our girls so much that we decided to book a later flight which means that we will be heading straight to work once we're back in Georgia.
"Hey..." I wiggle my finger at him. "I did not plan on staying longer than a night so I had to make do with what Zoe would offer me."
"And you look good." Our middle child winks at me. "You can even keep it since it fits you better than it did me."
"It's all that Berry ass." Jeffery slaps my butt and the girls pretend to gag which makes us laugh. "Can't help that your momma has a big butt."
"That's what happens when you have three kids back to back." Zia gives me a look.
"Back to back but she still looks better than anybody that I've ever met." Jeffrey throws his arm around my shoulders as I smile up at him. "The best looking person on this entire planet."
"You're too sweet to me." I lightly tap his stomach.
Trying to find a restaurant to dine at following a football match is damn near impossible since everywhere is booked out. I wanted to spend time with the girls but Zia had plans to attend the match so we ended up getting free tickets from one of the managers who also gave us really good seats.
Jeffrey got really into the match then proceeded to correct me everytime I called it soccer and not football. I'm not the biggest fan of sports so it was an interesting experience but not one that I'm looking to have again. Zia suggested leaving once the players started celebrating which took me by surprise but seeing the way people packed the streets following the match made me happy that we left earlier.
"What type of place is this?" I ask my daughters as I look around the place filled with middle aged men and young females who are all on their phones.
"It's a shisha lounge."
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