On Gobbler's Knob this glorious Groundhog Day, February 2nd, 2009,
Punxsutawney Phil, Seer of Seers, Prognosticator of all Prognosticators,
Awoke to the call of President Bill Cooper
And greeted his handlers, Ben Hughes and John Griffiths.
After casting a joyful eye towards thousands of his faithful followers,
Phil proclaimed that his beloved Pittsburgh Steelers were World Champions one more time!
And a bright sky above me,
Showed my shadow beside me.
So, six more weeks of winter it will be."
Huzzzahhh!
Good on ya, Phil.
As Phil was busy making his predictions, Katie and I were busy visiting her allergist. They then sent us to the local Children's Hospital for a blood draw. Ugh.
Katie did really good. She only cried when the needle went in and not even enough for tears. The nurse and I kept her distracted with talk of stickers. It was over in a minute and then she got a nice pink wrap on her arm. They use this wrap stuff now instead of tape so your skin doesn't rip off. It's pretty nice.
Anyways, she told me that she cried because the needle was "owweee". So, I told her that's why I hugged her the whole time so that I could make her feel better. Then she says, "No, Mommy. The pink band-aid made me feel better."
Oh well. All I can do is try.
On another note, today is 13 years. Yep. 13 years of marriage today. I will not even get into how long we have actually been together, like the year that we actually started to date. It will scare you too much.
Not much planned for today. We did have a nice dinner this weekend at Cheesecake Factory and then a uber-yummy Huzbend-made Chicken Pot Pie yesterday.
Ladies, there ain't nothin' better than a man that can cook AND has a bod' that looks drool-worthy in superhero-tight cycling clothes.
NOTHIN'.
