superbowl sunday

I don't care for football, but I will watch the Superbowl. On two conditions - there's lots of guilty pleasure foods and I'm surrounded by some of my favorite people.
Like this giant silly kid (above) and his fiance, who now reside outside Philly.
Usually it's not hard to pick a side to just have someone to root for for the several hours I'm stuffing my face with wings and potatoes in various forms, but this year is feeling pretty uninteresting. I might just root for the halftime show.

led astray

It's errand week, and I'm realizing I can only take it a step at a time because wtf, how do people drive in cities?  One way streets that curve every which way and flashing signs and pedestrians everywhere.  My blood pressure will never be the same again.  But at least downtown living means less dependency on Sunny after I figure out how to get custody and change his tags, etc etc (damn, I hate going to the DMV).  Which is good because poor thing has been worked almost nonstop to get here.

1239 miles on mostly open highway was the easy part.