Well, this has been an interesting although boring weekend. We haven't done too much except watch football.
Friday night my daughter had two friends over to spend the night. I fixed hot dogs and chips and they had a great time doing whatever it is that 11 and 12 year old girls do. Later in the evening they watched
Signs and I listened from my bedroom as they periodically screamed at the spooky parts. Meanwhile I was engrossed with the afore mentioned Battlestar Galactica two episode series premier. I was impressed, it was pretty good. Later that night I stayed up pretty late fighting with, uh I mean talking with Susan. The girls stayed up late to, till three am.
Saturday, once the girls had all been picked up, I took my daughter to another friends for another sleep over then came home and began a day pretty much taken up by football. My son, by the way, is with his Mother this weekend. Last night I went and picked up some carry out, hot wings from this
place, and we watched more of the games. Susan went to bed around 10:30 and I followed along about an hour and a half later.
Today we slept late, or as
Ed says had a "lie in". Once we awoke and I had showered we drove to Wal Mart and bought some groceries, then came home to begin another day of football. Thanks to Susan's advice I have correctly picked three of the four games, so far played, this weekend on ESSF's
Fantasy Football Picks. My wife knows football. I have never met a woman who knows more about football than her. She knows the weights, heights and college teams of most of the pro players out there. She has this little game where she will ask me, "Where did that guy go to school?" Since I hardly know any of the answers I always guess something stupid like, "Uh....that would be Skankyville Community College." Sometimes I wonder if she really knows all this crap she claims to. Oh well, knowing how inferior women are to men I guess I can't begrudge her this one feeling of superiority.
Okay, that last sentence was a joke....
Susan is now down for her nap and I sit here with a diet coke, a marboro light and my lap top. I have some chicken breasts marinating in low carb teriyaki sauce and a salad ready to be mixed together. All I have to do is fire up my grill later and dinner will be about ready. It is time for the Colts to take on the Pats. Hope Peyton keeps it together and secures Indy a trip to the next round. I really don't know why I like him so much, my wife would leave my ass in a heartbeat if he would have her.
This story is pretty sad, and it's too bad it comes from my neck of the woods...
Thats about it for now, anything else you want to know?