underdogishere

Two years ago, on the Monday after the Super Bowl, I posted a piece that suggested that the Super Bowl was really all about the commercials and the half-time show, and that the actual football game had become irrelevant. I was inspired by the fact that as I drove in to work, listening to the radio that morning, all the talk on the airwaves was about the commerials and the Rolling Stones. The game was so not-present that I couldn't even find out who had won.

That wasn't the case this morning!

Judi and I first met the little beagle Skye on Super Bowl Sunday in 2005 (you can read about it here, if you want), so every year on Super Bowl Sunday we celebrate... not exactly her birthday, since we have no idea when she was born (or how old she is), but what we call Lucky Day. The day when we were lucky enough to meet her, and the day when she was lucky enough to find a home with Judi in Florida, where it's warm and sunny (mostly). Skye has very definite opinions about cold, rain, and overcast, and those opinions are not positive.

Yesterday we celebrated Lucky Day with cheesecake. The weather was what Skye considers perfect: 80 degrees under a bright sun and a cloudless blue sky. You couldn't ask for more on the third of February.

For those of you who are following the Princess's condition, Sunni has improved dramatically in the past week. Apparently the specialist-who-we-trust-less was in fact correct, and the problems she was having were caused by her medications, and those are now tweaked to where she is able to walk much better, and eat, and lap up water all on her own. Hooray for Sunni!

On Saturday I was at a mall about ten miles north of here when my car began spewing steam. A lot of steam. I swung into the nearest parking space and left it. This morning I asked the garage where I have it repaired to go up with their wrecker and tow it in. Hopefully it's still there, and hasn't been towed by the mall's management, or broken into or vandalized. But hey, I'm not complaining. Yesterday was Lucky Day, the sun was shining, Sunni is much improved, and this morning we know that sometimes, just sometimes, the underdog can win big.

Who could ask for more?

Labels: Musing, Princess Sunni, Skye, Uplifted