One of my bleeps is cheering for Michigan State tonight. I, of course, will be cheering for Kansas. We have a wee wager on the game. The loser shall display the winning team's logo for a WEEK. Altogether now - "Rock Chalk Jayhawk - GO KU"!
We're deep in the NCAA Sweet Sixteen and I have a problem. In my Midwest bracket I have Kansas playing Michigan State. Which is EXACTLY what's come to pass. Which is awesome as it means my bracket is holding up nicely.
Unfortunately I have the Spartans beating the Jayhawks and advancing to the Elite Eight. Do I cheer with my head or with my heart. And what do you say Hotfessional? Care to make this a little more interesting?
*Updated to add that if the Spartans win I will post their logo for a week. If the Jayhawks prevail the Hotfessional will return the favor. And the next time we're in Chicago at the same time? Loser buys drinks!
Ahem: Busy stressful week here in Whoville. Resorting to bullets. Not sorry in the least.
The terrorist had her dental procedure yesterday. She's fine and it was only $178 as opposed to the $225 estimate. (There was some discount for "Dental Health Month". For dogs? WTF?)
Last night was choir practice for Confirmation next week. I sing. Did you know that? Hmmm, maybe not. I get tapped on occasion for special event ensembles. So I'll be singing for the Archbishop next Wednesday at Saint She Who Shall Not Be Named. I'm suppressing my diva and singing Alto. Blech.
Precious Youngest and I are going pick up her Prom dress this afternoon. She's terrified of the alterations lady at Nordstrom's and requires me for back up. All the woman has is a German accent and a seam ripper so I'm sure we'll come out of it alive.
Tomorrow is supposed to be warmish and sunny and I hope to get some much needed yard work done.
I'm judging finals for the Forensics tournament late in the afternoon. (I fervently hope I don't get a boring event like foreign extempt.) Precious Oldest is wheeling into town to do some judging as well. I hope to have a meal with her at some point
Then my beloved Jayhawks face off against North Carolina to see who goes to the national championship. ("Oh please, oh please, oh please!" she murmurs quietly to herself.)
I am Fannie: a 40ish mom of two daughters; Precious Oldest (23) and Precious Youngest (20), who are both in college, please pray for me. I have been married to the Saint for 26 years. We share our home with a cairn terrorist. This is my story.