Hi everyone – I have a few dear friends who write. It’s so nice to get a note, and I always mean to write as well, but not often enough.
Geez, PG, thank you for pointing out the lack of Roman Numerals in the Super Bowl this year, I hadn’t noticed! I’m wearing my Jets sweatshirt, so that must mean I’m rooting for the AFC team, right? Not so fast. My socks have turquoise pumas on them, and I’m wearing my Giants earrings. Hmmm. On one hand I’d like to root for a Manning brother, but on the other, it’s fun to watch an up and coming QB win. I’m rooting for a good, entertaining game, with good, entertaining commercials! Hubby has had a tummy virus all week so I’m not sure how he will feel about the bag of Doritos I bought. Maybe if the smell of them doesn’t bother him I can still snack on them while he snacks on Saltines. Expecting a delivery of hogies from the local high school band. “Band hogies” have been a smashing success of a fundraiser for ages – we made them back in the day in my hometown too.
Ah yes, the C & E club, hehe – that’s how I am with the World Series. Don’t particularly like baseball, but enjoy the best of the best games.
Have fun throwing the shower, AV! I was thinking about White Kitty the other day when I watched Leela go bonkers over a swatch of catnip filled cloth that her friend Hermes gave to her via our very own Judy/Sobian. It’s been untouched for a while, but has suddenly caught her eye.
Having a blast with the residents of Roberta’s Ranch. Standing at my window this morning counting how many were out there – seeing five, until I looked down a bit and saw my little holdout Dewey looking at me! Louie didn’t bother getting up from the chair, choosing to look sleepily up at me as if to say, “breakfast in bed, please!”. I might be more than ‘food lady’ to at least big boy Huey, who rolls around and demands exactly 2 belly rubs. If I tap my leg he will stretch up and give my legs a big bear hug. He’s like a tiny Jersey Black Bear, only this one is safe to approach!