Here's a summary:
There was a fleeting moment during which I felt sorry for the Colts. Specifically, for the Colts' second string quarterback, Curtis Painter, who must have been mortified as Peyton Manning looked on, grimly, from the sidelines.
But that moment was indeed fleeting, as I quickly shook my head and reveled again in the glory of the game, as the Saints tied the record for the most points scored by a winning team since 1970:
It shaped up to be a pretty tip-top weekend (after recovering from my deathly stomach virus). I had a lazy Saturday morning, ran some errands, drank some coffee (first coffee after being sick = oh so sweet), and drove up to Sonoma, where I continued to have a relaxing weekend with Matt that involved lots of lying around, grilled cheese & tomato soup, and my favorite pjs (my dad's Allman Brothers shirt from circa 1975, ha).
Matt & his lookalike son, Jasper
(I finally gave in & started playing with instagram)
lil (but growing) Rex
I also discovered "my new best thing," as Deena would say: falling asleep with Matt while watching Sons of Anarchy. :) Happy Monday!