I have gorged myself on football. Just so no one thinks my Dad and I commandeered the tv all weekend, we did get in some Firefly (Deadwood meets Battlestar Galactica with lower production values and typical Wheadon-ese dialogue), some Wonderfalls (where it was confirmed I may be a little too much like Jaye), and a variety of news including the Hillary Clinton interview with Tim Russert during which my father actually defended that wretched woman. In regards to football it was decided the Patriots' Conspiracy will only grow stronger now that they're facing San Diego (instead of the superior Colts) and the Giants won instead of the Cowboys. I think I might have to work next Sunday afternoon which means I'll be looking for someone to switch with as I really don't want to miss the game at 3pm.
Pathetic. I know.
Other highlights of the weekend include gnarled and aching fingers from constant knitting, Traci and I successfully cooking meals without making too much fun of each other's bizarre food habits, driving past City School and seeing my old arch nemesis: the jungle gym responsible for the first time I had the breath knocked out of me thanks to a failed pennydrop, and managing to spend the whole weekend exclusively with the best family in the world.
Oh yeah and did I mention my Dad is doing amazingly well?!
That would be the biggest highlight.
Unfortunately it's back to reality tomorrow as Traci and I head south for Connecticut in the middle of a snowstorm. Good times. Many urged us to leave today in the glorious sunshine but us Davison girls come from stubborn stock so hazardous driving conditions it will be.
See: "Pulling a Judy."
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that wretched woman indeed. i will try and refer to her as that exclusively. yes, there is a conspiracy. glad to hear your dad is doing well, hope you had fun out east.
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