45-12

Let me repeat that,,,FORTY FREAKIN FIVE TO TWELVE. Isn't it beautiful? Granted I would have been happy with a 3-2 last minute fieldgoal to win,,but that score is just about perfect. Not so many points that it was a tacky win yet it sends a very clear message. The Horns kicked some crimson butt on Saturday then they turned around and marched the other direction and kicked some cream butt and then they turned to the sideline and just flat kicked some Sooner Ass. It was a thing of beauty and long long overdue. I still think Bob Stoops is The God of All That is Football. I still think Mack Brown is way overpaid to make a whole lot of very poor decisions but on this particular day the voodoo gods and goddesses that were displaced when Katrina roared through New Orleans saw fit to conjure a glorious win for the Longhorns and I for one will take it. A win in Dallas is a win in Dallas and this one was delicious.

On the home front things are things. Work is getting back to being overwhelming. I need some extended time off. Maggie is spinning in Senioritis circles. When she slows down she crashes into BoyBlindness that sends her reeling back into the circles. We could both use a long winters nap. Mallory is still fighting the demons in San Antonio. Winning for the most part because she is Mallory and that is what she does,,but I really can't wait to get a piece of this particular demon. Really really can't wait. I should take Big Mikey AND the legal fiends with me. Wouldn't that be fun?

Right now the estrogen level in the house is bordering on lethal. At last count there were six females making T Shirts for Homecoming. Thank God I made chocolate chip cookies. Thank God Steve and Nik are coming. Most of all,,Thank God there is an upstairs for me to run to.

Listening to: Bring Him Home
Reading: Briefs from Greg on three potential cases

Smish,,,,