Super Bowl Sunday
I'm not saying that it is a sign of things to come, but I heard two cardinals singing this morning–––one near, one far––when I took the dogs out.
Jack Ridl will be so upset if Pittsburgh doesn't win.
I went to the store this morning and got everything we need to make tacos. We are ready for the game, whatever the result.
And, mirabile dictu––it is already 35 degrees out this morning (F). As Liam said, "Spring is walking to our house."