I confess, readers, I'm a little disappointed nobody warned me that I might shoot my eye out. Granted, I wasn't using a Red Ryder BB gun to pick off the mice in my garage, but all the potential for quoting Christmas Story in the comment box was there. The perfect set up. Someone could've even scored Super Bonus Movie Reference Points by mentioning Jax's propensity to behave like a Bumpus dog.
That said, we (meaning Mr. D because I'm not touching those traps again) got another 3 mice over the weekend. And because I can completely imitate the indomitable Suburban Correspondent today, I will: Mr. T is sick. I've dealt with vomit already this morning.
I could have spent quality time with some Jehovah's Witnesses this morning, too (who, with admirable temerity, drove down our 1/4 mile long driveway in a blizzard to deliver my Watchtower) but I scurried out of sight while they rang my doorbell.
To recap: it's a blizzard in Wisconsin today. The Packers play the Bears to see who goes to the Super Bowl next weekend. Did I watch a little NFL action this weekend? You bet I did. The Packers are blazing, people. They get better every week. No one's injured, their defense is tough as nails and they can run and pass the ball down the field equally well (Kuuuuuuuuuhn!) which is how they stymied the Eagles last week. It was kind of fun to see Tom Brady and his Patriots knocked out of contention. I tried calling my BFF (Brett Favre Fan) Sarah to ask her what he might think of watching the Jets play the Packers for that Super Bowl ring...but that would be mean-spirited, wouldn't it?
It'll be a glorious week of Green and Gold excitement. Our home team is having a great year pulling their act together. Also noteworthy: none of them are acting like morons off the field either. Badger State Fun Fact: those foam cheeseheads you see fans wearing at the games? Surprisingly heavy. I don't own one myself, but I tried one on in a store once and they weigh about 3 pounds.
Team Testosterone doesn't have school next Monday and I'd toyed with bringing them to Chicago for the weekend. Not now--Bears fans and Packers fans never mix well so we'll stick closer to home.
I switched from NFL drama to Hollywood just in time to watch Katey Segal win a very well-deserved Golden Globe for her amazing performance on Sons of Anarchy. (A high five to Little Miss Sunshine State.) When Colin Firth's speech ended, the collective longing sigh from his devoted fan base floated to the heavens. Could he be more perfect? (No, no he could not. High five to Jen.) Even in an acceptance speech he is funny, intelligent and romantic as hell.
He is a prince among men.
Oh, all right. Because it's Monday I'll leave you with one more.