My friend "S" in Seattle called yesterday morning and barked into the phone "I'm so excited I'm going to PEE my pants". She's a big Seahawks fan. I called her again after Seattle scored and the noise level at the party she was at was incredible. I couldn't hear a word she said. Needless to say, she's hurting today, but she did have a "dry night". She's such a big girl!

My friend "R" (identity protected, you will understand why) had a Super Bowl party at his house even though he was scheduled to work noon to ten pm. When he returned home shortly after leaving for work his fianceeée asked if he was OK. "My eyes, I can't see" he said. When she questioned the exact problem with his eyes he replied "I can't see.......myself working today". No fun in having a party if you can't even be there.

My friend Dana just had a baby 2 weeks ago and brought her little bundle of joy to the party. She told us how her baby is too small for premie diapers and when she woke up this morning the baby's shit had escaped the gaping leg holes in the diaper and onto the bed. I asked "Aren't you supposed to rub their noses in it?" and she announced "It's official, Suz will never baby-sit for me". Score! I'm not that into kids....or pooh.

The Monk learned a little more about American Football (very much different than Australian Rules Football). He also learned there are more strip clubs per capita in Portland than anywhere in the US. Somehow that slipped my mind. He's liking Portland more and more---hell, the sun's even out today.

You're probably wondering about the photo above, since it has absolutely nothing to do with today's post. It just appeared on my camera some time back and I decided to post it here because I was too lazy to take any Super Bowl Party photos. Holding a camera got in the way of drinking my Mike's Hard Lemonaded and screaming at the TV screen. Certainly some questionable calls.