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Rainy days and Saturdays always get me down...

Football fanatics across the state have been tailgating since 6 a.m. today in preparation for the big in-state rival smackdown between the Iowa Hawkeyes and the Iowa State Cyclones. Beer and barbecue for breakfast, sounding more alliterative than tasty to me...but to each his own. Lots of signs and t-shirts floating around with the little boy who pees, peeing on the opposing team's mascot. All in good, tacky fun. Go team!

Tim's off to shoot the game and its accompanying hysteria. I'm not sure how much shooting he'll actually do. We're in for an estimated 2-3 inches of rain today. Perhaps it's a fitting matchup - the two beloved teams from a waterlogged state fight for bragging rights in a flash flood.

Meanwhile, I have to entertain the kiddo while we're stuck indoors. So we're off to the indoor playground at the mall, then a Happy Meal at Mickey D's, and back home for a feature-length Bob the Builder DVD.

I can, with little doubt, say that I cannot wait for work on Monday.

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Tom Myler (scoodog) said…
I hope the a nap for the little one can follow the feature-length Bob the Builder DVD -- and some time for his mom to then enjoy the peace and quiet...
8:35 AM
Chilly Dog said…
Bob the Builder instead of Beer and BBQ for Breakfast? I'll Bring the Bacon and Brownies and you Buy the Bread and we'll have a Beautiful Day.

Bye,

Chilly B. Dog
10:12 AM
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