Friday, January 21, 2011
When I get home from work (or really anywhere) it's very important -crucially integral to the mood in my household - that I take off my boots before I step past the threshold of the foyer. It can't be understated how bad of an idea it is too track slush in from outside. I know this. Even the cat knows this. And today I couldn't have cared less. I came stomping in at my top stomping speed, with droplets of snow flying and rivulets of slush streaming from the grooves on the bottoms of my shoes right onto the floor of the living room. I did this because I knew there was an envelope waiting for me, and that said parcel contained my tickets for the AFC Championship Game on Sunday in Pittsburgh on Sunday. They didn't even have the name of my team on them but they couldn't have looked any better.
Altogether now: "T! - B! - D!" TBD, TBD, TBD!