Tired

After five straight days of partying (weekend in Hillsdale followed by a two-day Fat Tuesday celebration back home) I can say that I am definitely and officially ready for Lent.

So. Excited.

Reason Number 1,000,278 I love my mom

Check out these crazy-sweet shoes she bought me at some ridiculously low price.


Seriously, every cute thing you've ever seen me wear was probably purchased by my mom for less than $2.

She's the best :)

The dryer doesn't work

Sometimes I wish I could see myself as God sees me, blow-drying my underwear at 7 'o clock this morning wearing nothing but a towel on my head. He must have gotten a laugh out of that one.

Silly

Sign outside the Wal-Greens today:

"Weather alert! 9am-4pm"

Warning, y'all; there's going to be some WEATHER up in here today.

Yum

I've been cooking a lot lately. Yay.

Superbowl Recap

• Worth watching just to see defensive lineman James Harrison's interception and 100-yard return for a touchdown. For a man roughly the size and mass of my Ford Taurus, he was booking it down that field.
• Did not want to see Bruce Springsteen slide crotch-first into the camera during the half-time show.
  
• $5 for a dinner of beer and wings. Can't beat that.
• Turns out beer and wings as the most nutritional substance of my day makes for a hurting tummy and a crabby demeanor. Like, super irrational "I-broke-a-nail-and-now-someone-must-die" kind of crabby.
• Further study shows that beer and wings + late night viewing of the Office results in bizarre dreams featuring me and the entire cast of the Office on the run from Columbian terrorists. I remember asking Jim, while hiding out "So do you think my mom has heard about this on the news? Because if she HAS, I should probably call her and tell her I'm alive... but if she doesn't know it's going on, then I don't want to worry her". Doubt we'll see that showing up in the plot line anytime soon.

Moral of the story: the Superbowl needs to be moved to Saturday, because obviously I need the extra day to recover.