Socks And Underpants

These were the thoughtful gifts I received from my family. I'm not sure what they are trying to say, but I'm taking it as a general approval of my wardrobe since what they gave to me is covered up by other pieces of clothing. We spent the morning lazing about the house, and then at noon we left to go meet Kent and Anne and the girls at Pepito's for brunch. Ahhh Pepito's Sunday brunch. My arteries clench up just thinking about it. After brunch, we adjourned to K & A's place in St Louise Park for cheesecake. Kent and I sat around watching football while the ladies did, well, whatever ladies do. Kent seemed really interested in watching the Patriots squish the Dolphins. I ever being the polite guest feigned interest in the game. It would have been better if the sound was turned off so I didn't have to constantly be reminded by Jim Nance and Phil Simms that the New England Patriots are truly gods walking among us. We left KyKy and The Madster behind as they were attending the ballet with their cousins. Nutcracker at the State Theater if I'm not mistaken. The rest of us uncultured slobs piled in Crapmobile and fought our way home through the snow. 3-4 inches worth it appears. No work for me tomorrow, so I get to pull out the snowblower and clean up around the place.