Indianapolis Colts 31, Arizona Cardinals not so much

So, uh, the Cardinals didn't win. In fact, they really embarrassed themselves on a nationally televised game. It was like last year never happened.

But we had a great time anyway.

Probably because Lorin did not come. (Thanks, Aunt Maren and Uncle Kevin!)

Glad we got that cleared up.

Me: Lorin, you're being a little weird.

Lorin (oh so indignant): I'm not! I'm not being weird! I'm being crazy.

So we fed Sam the Giraffe this morning.

We stopped going to the Zoo once summer hit; now, if we go at 8 a.m., it's not yet too hot to have fun. And they have a new exhibit...


In the car on the way home, Lorin announced that next time she wanted to feed the giraffe its "salad" all by herself. But then she thought about it and decided that she didn't really want the giraffe's tongue to touch her hand.

Let's count the ways I'm a bad parent (and Mormon) in this post.

I need to take my recycling out more often so there's room to hide my Diet Coke addiction.


P.S. See how I was so desperate one day that I stooped to Diet Dr. Pepper?

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This morning I got out my cool, refreshing, zero-calorie breakfast, opened it up, and popped in a straw (better for your teeth - right?).

"What's that?" Lorin asked.

I ignored her question and tried redirection: "Why don't I put on Max & Ruby for you?"

She wasn't fooled. "So you can finish your Diet Coke?"