So anyhow, how 'bout them Giants? We went to a Super Bowl party at Mark and Arlinda's house out in Beaver Creek (Mike Macy's friend, remember them?)and I do believe I was the only one cheering on the Giants. It should have gotten awfully quiet when the Patriots started losing and everyone else in the house became subdued... but I couldn't tell, I was YELLING too much! Wooo hooo! WAY TO GO NEW YORK!
Dad called a little bit ago. He went off the road and into a ditch today down range in the work truck. He says he's okay but he totalled the truck. Today is our anniversary, but it will be late by the time he gets home and I don't think he'll be in the mood for celebrating. He says he just bumped his knee but I'm going to worry until I see for myself. Poor guy, he sounded so depressed over the phone. I know things will be okay, but until he finds out for sure he's going to worry.
I took Kim some WIC stuff... milk, cereal, eggs, more peanut butter... etc. Poor thing, the downstairs neighbor is really harassing her. I don't think that woman will be happy unless the boys stay perfectly still and absolutely silent. Kim finally called the apartment manager because the banging on the ceiling (Kim's floor) every time the boys made a sound (and sometimes even when they didn't!) was getting ridiculous. Hopefully the manager was able to reason with the lady. Grrrrrrr! People like that really irk me! Kim's handling everything in stride though. She's really doing awesome.
Those nuts over at Cold Steel sent the machete here so I'll send it out in the next day or two. You'll be getting another package with other goodies about that time as well so be looking for it. Till then, stay safe. Miss you, Love you!