Au-burned

Ugh.  Au-BURNED.  That's what the cover of the local sports page said this morning.  I'm sure you know.  I'm sure it was as important to you as it was to me, but the Oregon Ducks lost the National Championship to the Auburn Tigers or War Eagles or whatever their stupid Blue and Orange selves are.

It's my fault.  I NEVER wear Oregon clothes on game day.  I always wear them the day before game day at work and then on the Saturday of the game I don't wear anything Oregon.  I barely even ever watch the game because I get too nervous and my stomach starts to hurt.  I check it on my cell phone throughout the game.  But last night, as if I hadn't brought enough bad luck to the team by wearing Oregon clothes, I also watched the game.

You know what else I did?  I bought some wine called Lucky Duck and I drank it.  Another curse.  I don't blame you if you hate me now. 

Brown-eyed Man is in Eugene this week for a class so I had the house to myself.  Except for the five 22-and-under people who chose to watch the game with me. 

The Girl and Jake

The Boy and some guests.

In more positive news, since the Brown-eyed Man is gone for a few days, we get to turn up the heat to an acceptable level.  If I haven't introduced you yet, please meet my husband, the Freeze Meiser: