The New Orleans Saints won the Superbowl. I'm still reeling in shock. They've been perfectly dismal since I was born. I'm not sure I can take the transition. And there go half of my best Cajun jokes! But I'm pretty sure you could run over my dad with a bulldozer right now and not affect his joyous mood.
Josh had his birthday at his mother's house. Nobody showed up. (In fact, his youngest sister left.) She made peanut butter cup brownies. I think Josh liked them. I didn't like them, but there was no way to sneak mine onto his plate without being seen.
It's snowing again.
Michelle came with us to Chris' house, and Lisa showed up a while later. There was a lot, lot, lot of food, and not many people to eat it. I wish Heather could have made it, it would have been just about right. The kids all played nicely, and the grown-ups hung out and watched the game (and ate). And the Saints won. Can you believe it? I'm glad. I was afraid I would have to avoid the entire town of Rolla for the next 6 months or so. Anyway, we had fun. There was only about a bowl's worth of Jambalaya to take back home, and Chris' mom gave us some of her chili. And I totally forgot about the meatballs. We brought them, then forgot to heat them up, and forgot to take them home.
This Wednesday Grant has a dentist appointment, and a week from tonight Abbie will be getting her first haircut. As far as I know, that is the only upcoming excitement. I wonder when the tax return will get here....
Wishing you all nice things, like sunshine and comfort food and naps and movie nights and flower gardens and...bookstores.
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