Brrrr...

Somebody better check the temperature in hell, because I'm pretty sure it just froze over!
I have found myself staring down some mind boggling events this past week. First off, there I was sitting in some OUTSTANDING seats at the women's sweet sixteen game, thanks to a UCONN player we met at a 5 Guys Burger the other week. I'll spare you the details, but the tickets were offered and since we're shameless, we accepted. And there we were, 5 rows up from center court. That might have been where hell frosted over.

Next I found myself cruising down I-70 toward Indy to attend a men's Final Four breakfast. It helped that we had a table full of friends and family to sit with, and that Steve was going no matter what. The craziest part? I actually enjoyed myself (so much that I even watched the games later that night.) Is that the dink of hail I hear? Hail, no.

But you want to know what really makes Hades look like Rockefeller Center on a mid-January afternoon? My son, Quinn, ate a piece of broccoli tonight. Seriously, in the past 8 months I have n.e.v.e.r! seen him put something green (that wasn't filled with sugar and cancer-causing food dye in it) in his mouth, and actually swallow it. So, somebody buy the devil a nice pair of Uggs, it appears he's going to need them.