And just to be wacky, I'm working in reverse chronological order:
Did you hear that the Colts won the Superbowl? I'm pretty sure they won because Peyton Manning is such a cutie-pie.
Saturday afternoon Henry took a four hour nap. Dave and I took a three hour nap. It was glorious.
I had illicit dreams involving the blue Wiggle, who, in my defense, is getting better looking as he gets older. Dave hasn't stopped laughing yet. I have finally arrived as a mom.
Friday night Dave had a crazy fever. He mentioned it to me when I finally pried myself off of the couch and went up to bed. I reached over and felt his forehead and he was, indeed, very hot. He was so hot I debated whether or not I should rummage around in the hall closet in search of a thermometer thereby running the risk of waking up the kid. Instead I laid in bed and worried about whether or not he had some kind of exotic illness, and if he died from it, would Henry and I stay where we are or move back to Boston. (Boston)
Friday evening, after putting Henry to bed, Dave decided he wanted grilled cheese for dinner instead of steak, which means I got to have it. Sucker! I sat on the couch with my steak and brussels sprouts and when I turned on the television, guess what movie was starting? Steel Magnolias, only one of the greatest chick flicks of all time. I laughed, I cried, I ate my steak. Dave hid in the back room for a while until he finally decided to just go to bed. Best Friday night ever. Worst Friday night ever according to Dave.
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I couldn't agree more about Anthony (the blue wiggle.) I also find that he is the funniest and is prone to cracking up. Therefore he cracks me up. Oh, what passes for conversation these days. Glad you are all feeling better. Drop me a line sometime.
Posted by: Shotsy | February 7, 2007 02:56 PM