I Can't Go There

Today I woke up somewhere around 10 a.m., which was automatic awesome. The boys and I went to the bar to watch the Broncos game, which was NOT automatic awesome. Mostly I cannot handle that the Broncos are losing games THEY SHOULD NOT BE LOSING. Detroit actually has a pretty good team this year. Jon Kitna evidently has decided to be not terrible, and their rush defense was surprisingly good. However, 44-7? Really, Denver? Including a fumble on the one-yard line by our QB, with which some dude picked up and basically FELL into the end zone? Excellent. I believe it was at about this point that I felt my time would be better spent cheering Minnesota on to beating the Chargers, which went MUCH better than when I was trying to get the Broncos to pull their cleats far enough out of their asses to run for more than 4 yards at a time. Football can suck it right now.

Also? NASCAR. That bastard Jimmie Johnson won again, and somehow Tony Stewart managed to not only finish out of the top 10, but also only four positions from where he started the race. I can't even watch his pit stops anymore. He needs to gain five or six positions on the track before coming into the pits because his crew is so slow that he loses 4-5 of them every time he has to go in. Guh. Sports are annoying me.

In good news, it occurred to me today that Thanksgiving is in 18 days. Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday, and I am super happy that it is almost here. And, with my stupid stepdad being out of the picture this year for the first time in 23 years, our family truly has something for which to be thankful. Hooray!  [And by that I don't mean we have had NOTHING to be thankful for for the last 23 years.  I mean that he is a terrible, horrible person and this is the first holiday in 23 years that he will not ruin with his idiocy.  HOORAY!]