Oh, don't make me blog.
Are you sure you want to make me blog, everybody? Well okay, I guess I don't have a choice.
(Sometimes blogging really does feel like this SNL skit--sorry about the ad at the start):
Well, if you insist--I can do one blog I guess! I hope you're enjoying the clams casino...
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With the girls busy with friends on Friday night and G in Utah, Sam and I found ourselves with a free evening. We settled on going to the Harry Potter exhibit at the Museum of Science. (Lauren went to it on a date and raved about it.) We've been meaning to go for ages and ended up cutting it really close since it closes in a couple of weeks. Anyway, it was fabulous. If you get a chance + it comes to a place near you, definitely go. p.s. Sam is an excellent date.
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We put together a junk food buffet and watched much of the SuperBowl last night (it's all about the food, right?). Homemade rolls for ham sandwiches. Chips + dip. Veggies + dip. Chips + salsa. Sopapilla cheesecake for something sweet + decadent.
Did anyone else love watching victorious quarterback Drew Bees with his 1-year-old son last night, tears and obvious love in his eyes?
I loved what Lisa Belkin had to say about it. Here's to good papas.
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Speaking of good papas, G arrived home late last night from his weekend away. The only wrinkle: he arrived into THE WRONG AIRPORT, an hour away from his car. Apparently I booked his tickets out of one airport and back home to another one without realizing it. He didn't realize it either until they landed and SURPRISE! He was in Boston instead of New Hampshire. So he took a cab home and I drove him up to NH this morning to fetch the car. Ah, Annie. Queen of the details, that's me!
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Now I'm off to finish weekend recovery: laundry, cleaning, supervising practicing and homework, conjuring food. Happy Monday! But don't make me sing...
