Waiting for 5:30

It's snowing. Again. So thankfully C-man has no desire to go anywhere today, save swimming lessons. He even turned down going out for breakfast. Instead, we're hanging out, playing games (I 3-starred the entire new Angry Birds level), watching movies, and singing Packers cheers. Oh, and I painted the kitchen. That felt good to check off the list. Almost as good as having cleaned behind the fridge. Wow- was that a hellish sight! I'm tackling the living room next, but need to get some Aleutian blue first.

We're invited to 2 parties today, but I don't really feel like it. I still feel like garbage, and to be honest - I'd much rather feverishly knit in the peace of my own home during the game than listen to some armchair coaches.

Beerman called to wish us a good morning. It sounds as if he's taken Dallas by storm - going from parties at Billy Bobs to chatting with Bart Starr (My happiness for him turned a little to jealous over that one) with a bunch of crazy stuff in between (VIP tickets to see Drake at the House of Blues, the Flying Saucer, and rooming next door to Wendell). Today he is at a tailgate all day until the actual game. I'm curious to hear where he gets to sit, because I've got to guess, it's not in the nosebleeds.

Go Pack Go!