Can y'all believe the Packers LOST!?! Sunday night I got all dolled up to go watch the game at a bar with my weird little cousin Charlie. I drove since I believe my Camaro is lucky, and wore my cropped Brett Favre jersey. We were havin a good old time drinking some Jack, smoking Marlb Reds, and watching some guy eat 96 hot wings. The first game ended, Patriots won of course, and then the real game began. Now, I'll give them the cold factor, but we were pummeled! It wasn't even close. It was a sad display, and my Brett wasn't pulling through. As the Giants got ready to kick the field goal at the end of the 4th quarter, I reminded everyone that one Mr. Tony Romo fumbled the snap last year and the Cowboys lost, maybe Tynes would miss. Sure enough, he did! We won the coin toss, got the ball, and DIDN'T SCORE! So, obviously we had to drown our sorrows, and took a cab home (there was no way we could drive and I didn't have my coat. What do you do with a coat in a bar?). Monday afternoon when I woke up I thought things would improve, but no dice. I woke to four inches of snow, and of course the racing slicks I got on my Camaro can't handle that! Then today more snow! My poor baby is stuck in the cold and I'm stuck at home. I hope my boss ain't too mad...