So far, I have made tortilla soup, queso with sausage, and I have the last load of tamales on standby, should we need them to keep the Patriots from winning. My theory is, We eat the tamales, Tom Brady gets fat and slow, and loses. Genius, no? He never knows what hit him or why. Personally, I'm lovin' it.
No bunny sightings recently and that's a good thing considering that hawk. I don't think he could lift that rabbit a la dead weight, but then I could sure be wrong. Eww. I don't even want to think about that. I just looked out and all of the dogs and little monkeys on our block are outside getting their walks and playtime in, prior to the start of the game. I just saw the little brother with the three older sisters who lives a few houses down from us, hurrying to keep up with the pack. God love him...he's the one that fell in our mail basket on Halloween, banged his head, and screamed like a banshee. Fred had to give him extra candy to shut him up. Those older sisters are just gonna mop the floor with him but oh, well. Lord knows it's happened to loads of little sisters, with older brothers, and one of them would be me.