Thursday night we had pizza and brownies and watched the Colts game. I think I mentioned we're Colts fans, now, except when they're playing the Texans or the Cowboys. I did have a small-ish crying jag during this game, after the girls were in bed, because New Orleans=South=HOME and this fling with an exotic midwestern boy has me lying in my now-midwestern bed--in other words, it pinged my homesickness a bit. But that was short lived, the look on Jamie's face was pretty funny, and the game was total fun.

