Fingers and Cowboys

My cousin Kristi reminded me in an email this morning that stories about a chunk of finger mixed in with the sliced onions is gross. I agree. If I had read about that happening to someone else I would have been grossed out and upset that the visual had entered my brain, but since it actually happened to me just seemed like a blog-worthy detail. At least I could be certain this piece of finger belonged to me, unlike the finger-in-the-chili story at Wendy's. Who knows where that thing had been. Anyway, sorry if I grossed you out and made you light-headed with the details. At least I didn't tell you about the drops of blood that dried on the countertop while we were at the hospital. It's a good thing we sealed the grainte.

So I guess this is going to be the season that a pretty large percentage of Cowboy fans have heart attacks. It seems like every game this year (not counting the Cardinal game) is coming right down to the wire. I love the excitement, but it would help if the Cowboys moved the pins-n-needles part of Monday Night Football games to around 9:30pm. Then maybe I would be so jazzed I could stay awake until 10:30 and by that time the Cowboys would have a big lead and the game would be so out of hand I could just fall asleep in peace. It was 17-7 last night when I fell asleep, so it was a big shocker when I checked my cell phone and saw the 21-20 final score. Sweet! The Cowboys finally won a game in the last two minutes instead of letting one slip. Angela was still in bed when I checked the score, but I caught her in mid-rollover and told her the Cowboys came back and won on a Roy Williams interception return. She eaked out a "you're kidding" and an "awesome." And fell asleep again. She hides her Cowboys excitement well.

I hope the Cowboys beat the Lions this weekend. That will make them 7-3 by the time they play Denver Thanksgiving Day. That's going to be a huge game. We've never been to a Thanksgiving game, but we're going this year. Do they sell turkey legs at the stadium? If not, a beer and nachos will do just fine. Oh, and Sheryl Crow. Rock on.