At one workplace, I got talked into kicking in some cash for the Superbowl lottery. Then I asked, "When is it?" I thought the guy was gonna have a heart attack on the spot....
This year, it's da Bears v. da Colts. In Miami. I only know this because I have friends in Indy who are *thrilled*.
Last weekend: My very first Czech lesson on Saturday morning, then drove Youngest Daughter to stage crew, where a falling 2x4 gashed open her little finger at the joint, poor thing! No stitches required, but it looks properly nasty.... Sunday, we chilled out all day 'til I had to go to a Girl Scout recognitions committee meeting in the evening.
This weekend: Czech lesson in the morning -- did I mention I'm driving to Baltimore for these classes? -- then hightail it back home to take the widdle kitty to the vet (he's got gunky eyes again). I've gotta take some books back to the library. Probably ought to clean the house (eww). I need to get Younger Daughter to complete a scholarship application. And I won't be watching the game because I hate football. (I was in marching band in high school, see, and our team was pathetic -- in 3 years, we tied one game and lost the rest. So I was forced to sit in the stands, through the rain and the cold and the snow and the mud, and watch our team get its clock cleaned every freakin' week for three solid years. It scarred me forever.)