✨ Fun Friday: Game Day Glam & Glitter Bombs
One man’s highlight reel is another woman’s glitter incident.
Game day is a sacred ritual. Jerseys are laid out. Lucky socks are ignored by the men (again). And the WAGs? They prep like it’s a runway—because when your man’s under stadium lights, your lip gloss better shine brighter than his ego.
It all started when Dylan decided her game day eyeshadow palette needed just a touch more sparkle. And by “touch,” we mean she sneezed and accidentally created a glitter cloud that clung to every surface like bad officiating. Within minutes, the group chat exploded:
Delany: “Beau beard is shimmering. He looks like a disco lumberjack.”
Nova: “I saged the air but now the sage is glittery too.”
Cassidy: “Maisy just tried to eat a glitter puff. Is this toxic?”
Zoey: “There is glitter on the fondant. It’s festive. I refuse to apologize.”
By halftime, the locker room resembled a drag brunch meets Super Bowl mash-up. Coaches were wiping down playbooks. Players were sparkling under their eye black. Dean was aggressively scrubbing his forearms like a man who’d made direct contact with fairy dust and couldn’t recover.
But the worst of it? Mason liked it. He said he felt “ethereal.”
Moral of the story?
You can scrub off a loss. You can recover from a fumble. But glitter? That sh*t is forever.
💬 WAG Wisdom of the Week
“A little shimmer on the cheekbone says supportive partner. A glitter bomb in his jockstrap says don’t skip date night again.” — Sienna
🐧 Pete Pop-In:
Pete, shielding his eyes behind glitter-covered sunglasses.
Caption: “If I wanted to be blinded by sparkles, I’d watch your playoff dreams die again.”
