Sunday, January 9

Football. I try so hard to pretend like I like it. Actually, even that, isn't true. I usually use 4pm gametime on Sundays to go to the grocery store. It's actually a brilliant idea. There are no men wandering down all the aisles trying to find what their wives asked them to pick up. They crack me up with their lists and their faces that look like little lost puppies. To be fair, I didn't do my own grocery shopping until college, and I would have looked exactly the same way, except I used my resources really well. Every week I would call my mom and ask her what aisle I would find "xyz" in. She would always know. Sometimes now, when I use Rachel Ray cookbooks, I'll still call her because, as easy as Rachel Ray claims to be, I never ever have all the needed ingredients at home.  Okay, off subject. Football... There is one thing I DO like about football season. I like when the big games are on. I like having people over to finish up our Brie, so we can still button our pants. We made wings, which i have never done at home before. Turns out, you actually have to saw off their cute little raw legs. You have to break their bones and tear off their cartilage. What kind of people are we? I don't think I'll ever eat wings in the same way. I mean, I still ate them, they were delicious. But now, I won't question why they are 10 bucks for such a small amount of meat, or I'll understand the amazing deal of 50 cent wings. What goes on behind the scenes is quite intense =)

Clint and Angie brought their boys over. They are in a tie with Joey and Kaylee for being the cutest kids on the planet. Our house is not made for kids. We have no fun kid games, no "kid" foods, not even markers to color with. Luckily, they came prepared with toys and pizza. You should have seen their little faces though, when I asked them if they wanted to make cookies with me. Their eyes doubled in size. They made the best oatmeal chocolate chip cookies I have ever had. How can you resist a plateful of cookies with Rowan and Foster smiling like this?