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Family Style Superbowl


The Super Bowl was a thrill to us as it was to many. We watched, just the four of us, with split allegiance among us. Frankly, I didn't have a favorite, so I waited for Muh Main Man to claim his team before I claimed the opposite....to keep it interesting, ya know? As smart gals will do, I picked the winner, and was able to gloat with Brainy Boy at the upset.

Little Chic and DogSpot watched as long as they could, but finally settled for a report as we hauled her out from under the snack table at the end of the game. She took the news well (she was on dad's side).

Today was the first day at school after a week of sickness for the Short People. They fared pretty well and it seems their teachers took pity on them. They don't appear to have an overwhelming amount of work to make up. It helps that I picked up assignments a few days and they worked through some of them over the weekend. Hopefully we're good to go for the rest of the winter on the healthy front.

Comments

Laura said…
Love the photo!!!

Glad the Short people are feeling better!

BTW In honour of my 100th post, I am asking blog friends to leave a question in their comment and I will answer 100 questions for my 100th post....hope you can join in the fun
Rochelle said…
Cute pic of Lil Chic! haha! I'm glad the kiddos are feelin better!
Laurie said…
Awww, she is so cute, and just growing up too fast! She looks like such a lovely young lady now on Sundays- not a little girl anymore!
And speaking of Sundays...how lame am I? I am sorry! Steve and I were out of town in Indy this weekend, BUT I REALLY AM GOING TO GET THAT BAG OF GOODIES TO YOU!
Unknown said…
Happy to hear the germs have cleared the building!

Your Little Chic is just too cute and happy to hear your team won!
Melanie said…
Glad to hear everyone is finally feeling better!

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