It has been tense around here. I'm not gonna lie.
Saturday, on the way to the game we laughed and talked. We honked at other Titan fans we saw on the road and we even sang along to a Fleetwood Mac song! Fleetwood Mac!! It was glorious.
See? Happy, happy, joy, joy.
And now? Total disgust. 18 below zero disgust.
On the way home I think we uttered two words.
Needless to say, our boys lost. And, well, let's just say, the Attorney General did not take it well. I didn't either, but I have learned over the years that there is no pain that some hot peanuts and a 96 oz. soda cannot cure. And once again - I was right!
Besides, I think Garth Brooks wrote a song about unanswered prayers, didn't he? So maybe it was for the best. Because believe you me, I was praying. Oh yes, I was. In a crowd of some 60,000 people I was probably the only person uttering a real, true prayer, but nonetheless - I was. Sure, laugh. But my husband has had a difficult few months and the man needed a break. He needed his football fantasy to last just a little bit longer and so yeah, I prayed for them. It might not have been the most beautiful prayer you've ever heard, it went like this...
I realize that I am probably the only idiot in the world praying for a football game right now. And I know that you have big things like Darfur to deal with, not to mention the fact that there's a pretty good chance Jen and Angelina will run into each other tomorrow night at the Golden Globes. And believe me, I know what I'm asking - I know that a good percentage of the men on this team probably do drugs. And have even been known to stab someone on occasion. But that doesn't change the fact that right now, I need you to work a miracle.
Then I got distracted when the man behind me began yelling, "THE RAVENS ARE MURDERERS AND ANYONE WHO LIKES THE RAVENS ARE PROBABLY MURDERERS, TOO!" That can squelch an anointed prayer pretty quickly.
But I ended it with a hearty, "Amen. And I'll see you in the morning at church if you'll make the temperature go up another 20 degrees. Amen for real this time."
But we still lost. Which must mean God has a plan. A really mean, awful, NFL-hating, plan, but a plan nonetheless.
And so that was pretty much our weekend re-cap. There was other stuff too, we went to Target, we watched a movie, I got Meridith addicted to LOST and she spent 49 hours watching past episodes on my computer and Remi got an alarm clock for her room so that she will quit getting up before the rooster crows and actually wait until the alarm goes off.
$23 and one alarm clock later, Remi has decided that "sleeping in" really isn't that difficult. So we've had to sneak into her room the last three mornings and cut her alarm off so that it wouldn't wake her up.
Oh yeah, and we got a pizza.