My dad had to go into seclusion this weekend due to his radioactive state. My friend Ashley named him Radioactive Dad. I appreciated this. He has/had (or so we hope) thyroid cancer. Treatment required him to take some pills and down this drink that made him effectively radioactive. All I could think about was the Chrysalids and my future children. For the Superbowl, and our annual Souperbowl Party, he came out of his isolation and joined us downstairs. So far so good.
Here's further update on my soup which was very spicy but nonetheless tasty. You'll also see the soup bowls that we annually purchase at Safeway - which, as an aside, does not exist in the east.
Rousseau really wanted to get in on the action.
Now halfway through the fourth quarter, we did have an eleven point lead but the Steelers just scored and is going for two. Our lead is only three points. Stupid two point conversions. BAH! Our lead has increased to six points with 2.06 to go!!! Steelers have the ball. I'm chanting "D-fense! D-fense!" The ball is thrown! The play is incomplete and TURNED OVER!!!!!! THE GAME IS OVER!!! WE'VE WON!!!!!