Monday, October 25, 2004
There is nothing like an Eagles game in brisk weather to warm your heart.
I heart NFL games. And big, drunk, obnoxious screaming women. Ben was closer to her so he could protect me.
On Saturday, I got up early and did lots of homework and things around my room so that I could leave for Cleveland Saturday night. Ben and I went out to eat at California Pizza Kitchen with Janna and her mom and siblings, then drove to Cleveland where we caught the end of the Sox game.
They were triumphant. I was so happy, but so sleepy that I could only do a little dance and not a big one in celebration.
I tried to watch the news, but I didn't want to see the animal abuse case so I blocked my ears and went "lalalalalala" until it was over. Then I went to bed on the couch (or so Ben says), but when I woke up in the morning, I was on the floor with all of my blankets cocooned around me. It was apparently more comfortable. I don't know. I'm a weird sleeper.
In the morning, I ate powdered sugar donuts and talked to Lauren, Mark's little sister, about Hilary Duff. We went to church and the message was good. Four girls did an interpretive dance to Nichole Nordeman's song "Every Season". I loooove Nichole Nordeman and I have her autograph from my senior year of high school when she opened for Stephen Curtis Chapman and it was super great.
After the game, we drove back and Ben and I stopped at Arby's twice. I wasn't hungry the first time. We walked Snow for an hour, but when Ben was in the SSC, Snow and I saw a fireball. It was aMAZing. I wonder if there will be something on the news about it.
Now I am going to bed. Sleep well, children. Lovelovelove.
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