Super Bowl and garage talk

I was forced to wear the Steelers helmet after the game last night, and putting it on one last time helped me come to grips with the fact that it is never going to fit over my enormous forehead and the facemask is always going to stick out at a forty five degree angle. My head has grown a lot since third grade, and since it probably won't shrink any time soon the helmet will just have to go back to its shelf in the game room until it can be used for a laugh at my expense again. If it fit properly I might wear it to work once in awhile.

One of the guys at our Super Bowl party had money on the Steelers, and as soon as he found out I wanted the Seahawks to win he started funneling his trash talk toward me with such intensity that at one point his wife told him to take it easy on me and to be nice since we were the gracious hosts. It was sweet that she tried to protect me, but that did nothing to stop the trash talkin' flow, and besides, it was kinda fun to dish it right back. My only mistake was putting too much stake in the Seahawks ability to rally in the second half, and offering to wear the helmet if the Steelers won. Oh well. At least he got a couple of laughs and a few good pictures out of it. He offered to have a picture blown up so we can hang it on the wall in the gameroom next to Peyton Manning and Brett Favre, but somehow I think that might detract from their beauty and greatness. The photo would be much better off hidden away in his camera phone.

Transition...

Angela has today and tomorrow off, so we went to Lowes after I got home from work and purchased things to organize the garage. She's banging away out there right now and she couldn't be happier. She started grinning and doing that excited "Hmm!" while we were in the workbench section of Lowes and she hasn't stopped since, which makes me question her sanity a bit, but also makes me feel proud and inspired. It's the simple things... I really should be out there helping, but I'm usually only allowed to assist by holding up one end of a shelf or handing her a nail when she needs it so perhaps I'm better off blogging. She's in charge of household organization and manual labor. The only area I'm in charge of is the kitchen, and that has already been tidied up and all evidence of the Super Bowl party removed so my duty is done. Oh, I guess I'm in charge of dead mice too. Angela uncovered one a little while ago as she was moving a storage cabinet and I was the one with the intestinal fortitude to remove it. It made me feel useful, so perhaps I should try to dig up and remove a few more. I could always wear the Steelers helmet for protection...