We decided to sleep in and watch the Titans on TV, even though this was a huge game against Jacksonville, also in our division, only one game behind us, and even though it was probably the last game with semi-comfortable temperatures. I know, fair-weather fans and all that…
It was ugly. I think being there would have made it WAYYYYY more painful. Vince Young is just not looking good at all. He’s not scrambling out of the pocket, and his throws into coverage are just becoming the norm. Oh well, I’m just glad we didn’t witness it in person.
H had a friend over last night. They went to the movies, met up with a couple of friends, and then came home and stayed up until at least 4:30 a.m., when J woke up to them singing at the top of their lungs, and nicely told them to go to bed (translation, yelled loudly…”Get your butts in bed!” They stumbled out of bed at halftime of the Titans game ready to go get bagels.
The whole, “drop them off at the movies” thing is new to us. Some of her friends have been doing that for years, but we just never felt comfortable doing it. Still don’t feel comfortable doing it, but we do it anyway. She has to call us before going in, before coming out, etc., basically just to make us feel a little more in control. Will we ever feel comfortable letting her out of our sight? Probably not.