The Second Pick

For Christmas, I gave Anna "Just Dance 2" for Wii. Did I mention that Anna got a Wii from her mother for Christmas (though true to her families' tradition, Anna was allowed to have her present over a month ahead of time)? I think I got her other things that had to do with the Wii as well, but that was so long ago, I forget what was for Christmas and what wasn't.
She got me a good pair of headphones, and she lets me play with the Wii.
Anna's parents gave me a .50 caliber muzzle-loading rifle.
I don't have any AriZona Pomegranate Green Tea.
Yesterday, Anna volunteered us to help transport some rescue dogs to their final destination. The dogs started in Tennessee. Anna and I drove them from Columbus to Lafayette.
Tebow throws an awfully goofy looking football, but he's exciting. I'm just worried that starting Tebow next year will be premature and cost us games Orton could help win.
I hope the Broncos don't hire a huge name like Gruden or Cowher.
Dark blue and white striped boxer briefs.
Anna had to work on New Years Day, so she couldn't stay up that late on New Years Eve. She was sleeping when it hit midnight, so I just kissed her and let her sleep.
You'd think Christmas and New Years would provide more to talk about.
I resolve to break all of my resolutions.
I keep gently tapping my keyboard, hoping it will magically produce something interesting.
Screw this.
Oh yeah. Anna's dad had to work on the Sunday after Christmas, so I filled in preaching. When we woke up that morning to get ready for church, we discovered that Daisy had puked all over the apartment. And I mean all over. I looked at what she had done on the couch and thought "how can this dog have held this much puke?" Then I found all the puke on both her beds and in other random spots. So instead of getting ready for church, I cleaned up puke. When I was done, she puked all over the apartment again. She must have puked her bodyweight. I guess she overindulged on Christmas.
Now, screw this.