Panthers baby!

If you're gonna pull the cat's tail, be prepared for the claws.

Mmmmm. Eagle tastes good in the morning. Whee!

My babies are in the Super Bowl! And we're the underdogs! And Ricky Manning got 3 interceptions!

My boys rock. Plus we have a kick ass mascot, kick ass colors, kick ass fans (Visa is sponsoring the Catman's trip to the game - so look for a big black man with a black fur cape, cat sitting on his shoulder, electric blue fright wig, electric blue giant hands, and a Panthers jersey)...we just all around kick ass.

And my boys also revel in the underdog role. So go ahead folks, call them the underdog. This works to our advantage. If no one expects us to win, then we're having the most fun.

(I will say though that the Panther who decided to pounce on McNabb when he was already down and the play was obviously over needs to be fined. That was stupid and wrong.)

Pain! Pain!

My extremely long (or so it seemed) and busy weekend is finally over. I now realize I should have finished my recap *cough, cough* on Friday night instead of waiting until Sunday afternoon, but lazy ass me was so happy to have an evening that I didn't.

Friday was Joan of Arcadia. Love that show.

Saturday was the beginning of the busy. Factor number one was work, where the client from hell came in ("I must have personal attention! I will be here two hours! Let me tell you how you suck compared to your competition, where I went shopping this morning!") and we were consistently busy all day. All. Day. I was borderline psychotic by the end of the work day.

And I still had to go buy my aunt a birthday present, wash my hair and be at my mom's house by a specific time. I got a beautiful green vase for my aunt (and some crafty things for me, hee), got ready...and had 20 minutes to kill before leaving for mom's. Except I was so sleepy that I knew I'd be toast if I tried to sit and rest. So, I went to mom's 20 minutes early. Sue me. *g*

Aunt's birthday party went well. She turned 50, and no one died. There were a few threats of violence when my mom actually said her age out loud (but believe me, my aunt was much tamer about turning 50 than my mom was - we weren't allowed to utter her age for 2 years).

The Kitty Litter cake was a hoot. Although I had trouble eating it if I looked at it.

Sunday was church (to play with babies), lunch with family, work out with sister, home for just enough time to get part of my recap done, then Panthers football. Woohoo! Panthers!

Ahem.

So I taped Alias to watch tonight (if I'm calm after watching American Idol). I have to finish the recap by 8, also have to go by school and check on my book (although this may wait until tomorrow) and maybe work out. Maybe. If I'm not dead by then.

When bathrooms attack.

I have to limit my water intake for the rest of the day. Seriously. Because a construction crew broke a water main earlier today and water is being shut off at 2:30 for the downtown area.

*giggle*

Everyone's dashing to the bathroom right now. The toilets already sound sickly. Is it bad that I find this vastly entertaining?

Oh lordy

There is so much about THIS that I find mockable.

So. Much.

Anyone feel like a marshmallow peep?