Friday started out simply fabulous with a chili cook-off at work. Being that I’m not much of a kitchen connoisseur, I opted to be a judge.
Meanwhile in Iowa, my twins were busy making their very first homemade pizza.
And the reactions to the ooey gooey goodness were cheesier than the cheese on their pizzas.
Not only was Saturday my dad’s birthday, it was also an Iowa Hawkeye game day. My dad was so excited, he grew black and yellow hair overnight.
Being that my Hawks won big last week, I expected no less this week as Iowa scored first and we happily stuck to our moonshine touchdown tradition.
Little did we know, those seven points would be the only time Iowa would touch the scoreboard until the end very of the game. So to make things more interesting while watching our team get spanked, we celebrated a birthday…
….we stuffed our faces with my dad’s self proclaimed “best batch of ribs ever”….
… I whipped out the Whopper pie I make every year in honor of Dad growing one year older…
… and we did sympathy/birthday/just because shots, as losing a game as badly as we did (14-51) to a mediocre team at best is no fun sober.
While no sports fan wants to see their team to get their own asses handed to them, at least we were having some fun.
Here’s hoping your week is off to a more winning start than mine.