Let's see, the team we were rooting for won the SuperBowl and we laughed ourselves silly at the commercials, especially the one with Oprah, Letterman and Leno. Our SuperBowl party was even worse than theirs, we only had two people there--us. We actually didn't get that one, because we don't watch any of those people. I had to learn on MSN today that Leno and Letterman are feuding. The ones that really got me laughing were Betty White getting tackled in the mud, the Doritos one with the guy catching it in the neck, and of course the bridge of people that rescued the stranded Bud Light truck.
This morning I caught a walk with Debbie and her dog Meggie, and the stray that half the housing area residents are feeding went along. I had to laugh when I found a handful of kibble on the chair on the porch of the bunkhouse. Even the temps are feeding him. I was going to throw him the hunk of salt pork I flavored some red beans with the other night and Budd stopped me. Don't know what difference it would make, the neighbors on both sides of us are feeding him, and he hangs around our door all the time anyway.
I'm reading one of the novels Tess brought over, wonderful story about Edward Curtis, the famous photographer of Indians and western landscapes from the end of the nineteenth century and beginning of twentieth. It's a novel within a novel, very intriguing. Almost finished, then it's back to less literary fare.
Literally nothing else going on, so I'll be back when something interesting happens.
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