Notes, a few

Some Sunny Superbowl Sunday
What a gorgeous day 'twas! At least for a few hours. We sat around in the backyard, drinking beer fresh from the keg, and chatting while the sun streamed down on our faces. Quite nice. By the time it turned cold and windy again, we had already moved the party back inside. I of course have no idea what happened during the game, but the game is not the point of a superbowl party. The point, dear gentleman, is the drinking, the gambling, and the cooing over the cute baby. Shmoopie!

Hey, did I mention that I am going to Scotland?
That's right, I said I am going to Scotland. Gonna hang out with my sister and immerse myself in the lovely accents. Ah, the lovely accents. And the peat, ah the peat.