It is a well known fact that my Super Bowl predictions are never correct. Like I figured the Patriots would lose in 2002. And win in 2008. I was wrong about everything last night, except the winner at the last minute. Oh well!
I found a lottery ticket in a snow bank yesterday. I think its a winner. A few bucks. Let's see if the grocery store says I am right.
So, listening to news this morning I am once again struck by how the baby boomers had a big party, economy wise, and us here in generation X are left with the crumbs on the floor. We shall have to do what we did the last time those losers ruined it for the younger folks, and invent punk music or facebook. They seem like a greedy bunch, the baby boomers, and generation X has had to develop a good sense of humor to follow in their steps.
So, Missus Tastycake has embarked on a study of poetry at the highest level. We shall see where it goes, hopefully it goes on and on. But there is not only homework this week, but a paper, which has to be presented. She has not taken a class in about 16 years, but she is still a good student, although, ahem, reminscent of giving birth, with the screaming, cursing and wailing that goes with writing a serious paper, and the whole household, ahem, well, doesn't suffer exactly, but can't ignore it either. I like being along for the ride. Stimulate my limited brain. But then I dreamt all night long that it was the last minute and I had to write something about Shakespeare. Phew. Glad I don't.
Have a look at some pots.