First for the good.  Last night, Brandon and I went to Amy and Aaron's house for a Rock Band birthday party (HAPPY BIRHTDAY AARON!) and had a great time.  Thanks to Amy I have two new recipies that I can't wait to try out on friends and family back home.  You guys will love them!  As usual, I had to pull Brandon away around 2:00 in the morning.  For those you who may not know (and I can't imagine such a person exists), Brandon is completely addicted to Rock Band.  Here is an old photo of him, playing a song without having to look at the screen. 

I don't know if it's a sign of getting old, but sometimes I like visiting, hanging out, playing Rock Band, playing board games more than I like going to a club or a bar.  Not that it's not still fun every now and then, but.....well, I guess I'm just getting old.  But anyway, we had a great time last night!  So much fun.

So...more good: Bruno has found a new spot to hang out, and I think he is so adorable when he sits on his little ledge that I wanted to share a picture of it.

And now, unfortunately, the bad.  I would like to publically apologize to my best friend Eric for getting upset over a stupid conversation.  And in my defense, I did not hang up.  The phone battery died.  But I shouldn't have gotten upset, and I apologize.  I want everyone to know that you were right and I was wrong when you said I wasn't listening.  I'm very, very sorry.

More bad:  My poor puppy has a been licking a certain...ah...couple of private spots...that only men have...ever since I got him groomed.  So I had to take him to the vet, because it was so red and irratied that it looked almost like it was bleeding.  And the vet said that probably it was a little irritated after he was groomed, and his CONSTANT licking just made it worse.  The vet's words when he saw the area was "Yikes. Ouch. Poor thing."  So my poor baby is now in a cone of shame until Monday to keep him from licking.  He is completely miserable and is looking his most pathetic in hopes we will take this off him.

I have to put an ointment...ummm...there.  I'm not sure which comedian said it, but he said if aliens looked down and saw us picking up dog poop, dogs leading us on leashes, and well, the general things we do for our dogs, the alien would assume the dog was the higher being.  If the aliens saw me taking care of Bruno today, they would most definitely draw that conclusion.  But maybe then they will leave me alone, if they make that assumption.  I had such a vivid nightmare about aliens the other night that I woke up with my heart pounding, convinced that I had just been "visited."  They were horribly scary and very menacing.  Brandon was completely unsympathetic as I described what they looked like, but he has had a great deal of fun picking on me ever since.

And finally....GEAUX SAINTS!  I have made a football cake in honor of the occasion, and if it turns out okay, I will post pictures of it later in the week.  Brandon has been very careful about all his pre-game procedures so as not to jinx anything.  Cross your fingers that they win the championship, and will be on to Miami!     Geaux Saints go!!