Dad watches too much football.

At least in my opinion--of course, in my opinion, any football is too much football, unless it's high school football, which is okay.

We watched the Eagles/Bengals game picture-in-picture--with Cats, which Jack and I were singing along with (it was on mute so Dad could listen to the game) much to Dad's annoyance.

All in all, very fun day.

Very unfortunate, though, when I got a call from Denise on my cellphone, who then said "I don't want to talk to a freaking wormburger" and asked to speak to Jack. And I called her something I probably shouldn't have (I covered Jack's ears first) and hung up the phone.

Just love my sisters ;]