Superbowl Hysteria

Unfortunately this really hot girl is not me... it is Cassi. She and her husband Jordan had us over for the superbowl. We had the most amazing parade of food. Cassi made a seven layer dip, had more sodas than I can name, she had chips and hummus and she baked the most amazing brownies ever. (She said that it wasn't her and that just the recipe was good... whatever that is not true. I ate six brownies during the superbowl and I had a stomachache afterwards.) She even decorated with football feild tablecloths.



I won the game prediction because I was the only one who chose the Giants to win. I know that all my neighbors will read this and be extremely offended now that I live in Boston. But comeone, If this were a movie the Patriots would be bad guys. Unstoppable, cheaters, glamorous, intimidating... I had to cheer for the Giants. I don't have it in me to be a "bandwagoner"... plus I am still bitter that the Eagles sucked it up this season. So, I got a big bag of Dove chocolate bars. Ha Ha Ha GO GIANTS! Frnakly the Giants kicked Patriot butt!



Ok, I have decided if the Eagles ever make it to the superbowl again in my lifetime I am going! (First we need a better offensive line... and more ball handlers... frankly Westbrook can't carry the team by himself... and McNabb chokes underpressure... he is a huge dissapointment.)



So Alex had a really good time until Patrick got mad at the game and shouted at the tv. Alex was convinced that Patrick was yelling at him. So, I held Alex as he cried uncontrollably. Then I got Patrick a bottle and he fed Alex and talked calmly to Alex and tried to convince Alex that it was ok. It was pretty funny. Alex usually really likes chaos and pandemonium. Evidently, he doesn't like it coming from his dad.