Only Six More Weeks?!?

Oh, come on, we live in Rochester. Was there ever any doubt that the groundhog would see his shadow? There’s always six more weeks of winter from today. It’s just whether there will be six more weeks after those that’s in question.

Superbowl Party

I always feel like such a neglectful mother, keeping my kid (now kids) out late at a superbowl party, but since Anna fell asleep while we were there and Carrie wouldn’t be sleeping until 10 or so at home anyway, we decided to stay for the whole game and hang out with friends we don’t get to see very often.

My favorite commercial? The Mr. & Mrs. Potato Head one. (Was it for tires or brakes or something?) Oh, and the game was good too. (I was, as always, rooting for the Bills. We all know how that turned out.)

And we brought our new favorite potluck dish and addicted a few more people to the yumminess that is the soy-ginger dressing.