|One pretty awesome bromance|
I had grand plans this past weekend. Since our kitchen is so close to being done, I was going to wield my cleaning supplies and dusting cloths and attack the inside of the cabinets so that I could finally start unpacking all of the kitchen boxes that have been living in my dining room this past month. But unfortunately, those plans fell by the wayside.
See, over Thanksgiving I was struck by the plague. Sometime between when I got to Pittsburgh that Wednesday night and when I left on Sunday I caught a cold from my one year old niece. I felt fine until late Sunday night, when I got a little shaky. I figured I was just tired from all the festivities of the weekend, and I would be find with a good night sleep. How wrong I was.
Monday morning I felt like death, and whatever I had managed to catch got progressively worse every day of last week. Why are the sicknesses we catch from babies always so much worse than the ones that we contract from anyone else? Every morning last week I considered calling in sick to work, but I am a trusts and estates lawyer, and it is December, which means it is also our busiest season. So every day I dragged myself to the city and managed to get through the day.
By Friday I was ready to fall over. So as soon as I got home from work Friday afternoon I put on sweats, parked myself on the couch, and it was there I made my nest until it was time to go to sleep last night. Except for an ill-advised load of laundry or two yesterday morning, I didn't move from the couch. All weekend. And it worked, because this morning I feel much better, if not completely back to normal.
Anyway, a weekend on the couch meant lots of books on Saturday, and lots of TV on Sunday. And the highlight of my Sunday? The Steelers had the 4:25 game, and it was on TV in New York, which doesn't happen very often. And it was magic.
I could rehash all the stats, and talk about how improbable the win was with a third string quarterback and an ailing offensive line, but instead I direct your attention to the picture above.
That just says it all, doesn't it?
HERE. WE. GO.