Our football date with the McGuires was fun. I made an entire crock pot full of chili, and the two Bry(i)ans did a good job consuming it.

This morning, things did not go so well. I didn't want to get out of bed, and then I had a very unpleasant practice. Just picture: me breaking down and crying to the janitor because she wouldn't unlock our practice space. I actually asked her if she knew what it was like to have no one think what you are trying to accomplish is important! She laughed and said something like "Honey, I'm a janitor. I know what that's like." But she still wouldn't let us in the arena to practice.

So, I took a trip to Starbucks for a cappuccino and a cranberry bliss bar. And I was soothed. Now, the whole situation makes me laugh. I may be emotional, but no one can accuse me of not caring!

Have a good weekend.