Inquiring minds want to know

I forgot to post one picture yesterday. I've always been fascinated by the drama that happens on NFL sidelines, and I've always been especially interested in the phones that quarterbacks use to call the those semi-invisible higher powers that tell them what they did wrong and what they can do better next time they're out there. They always look sorta funny talking on those little phones with those big shoulder pads on and buckets of sweat dripping from their brows. Can't the NFL afford speakerphones? Why don't they use cordless phones? I'm sure it has something to do with spies. Why are there four phones here? Offense, defense, special teams, and the water boy? Can I call information and get the number and start calling the sidelines during games? I have many questions. Anyway, these are the phones from the Broncos sidelines at Texas Stadium on Thanksgiving Day. And those are some random guy's legs in the background.

Colts are 11-0! We fell asleep during the game last night though. I relaxed after the eighty-yard touchdown pass on the first play, and there was nothing else that happened that built enough tension to keep my eyelids propped open. Angela's head has been clogged up she was wiped out too. I'm happy the Colts didn't need our full attention to play well and win. And I wish I had the number to Peyton Manning's sideline phone.

I'm waiting on the refrigerator repairman right now. Will the appliance drama ever end? It took almost a month to even get this silly refrigerator, and last week the ice maker just quit working for no particular reason. It was cold and tired I guess. So Kitchenaid is sending someone out to fix it. It's under warranty thank God. Just a pain. The repair place doesn't even give you a two-hour window--it's an all day appointment. What's up with that?! I told them I have to leave to go back to work at 3, but I doubt that will make a difference. At least my P's have been fixed. The glass is half full.