Tomorrow's the big day. I thought about going to Pittsburgh for the game but we can't. It'll get over too late, can't stay over night or anything so.. I'll be cheering my team on over sub sandwiches. Even our neighbor wished me luck, hoping the Steelers won. Apparently it is well known I think Steelers Rock!

We are getting the house done. FINALLY! The only problem with being married to a carpenter is his boredom factor. He gets bored while he's home and he starts a new project. It's like living in a house perpetually being remodeled.

More like.. starts during slow work periods and then understandably gets put on the back burner. But his sister is coming in April so I want it all.. finished. It's getting there now but I knew it was too good to be true. At dinner the other night he started talking about the addition he's going to put on.

SAY WHAT! But, I'm not to worry, this won't happen for at least another year. (Or until he gets bored again!) But really I don't complain because it could be worse. I have lived in a car before so even amid remodelled I must stay, this place is beautiful compared to that!

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What..a.. dweeb!

My husband and I got in the car to go out to dinner. We do this every Friday... Just the two of us. I was very excitedly discussing the Super Bowl tomorrow until I noticed that odd smile on his face. It seems that tomorrow is not Sunday. You'd think that Friday dinner would have been a hint.

During dinner, now that I know the game is not I was debating wearing my prized Joey Porter shirt tomorrow, Sunday or.. ugh, both days and wash it before I go to bed. Did I ever mention I am, and have been a Steelers fan for more years than I care to mention? So.. then, it went from which day should I wear my shirt to the next time I get a shirt I think I want Polamalu shirt. I like Bettis but lots of people wear his, same with the quaterback.. and I like any man for one, brave enough to go play football and leave those locks of hair hanging out ripe for the grabbing. He's just.. good. My husband took note of this to have an idea for a Christmas present for me next year.

We got home, he tended to a few things, went upstairs and came back down with a Polamalu shirt for me. One that has the SuperBowl emblem on the sleeves and the date of the game. Better yet.. I was with him at the mall when he got it but I went on to a different store. He apparently made the purchase and stuffed it into his pants pocket. Then, if the mall hadn't been enough, I dragged him more places to go shopping and I never noticed the wad in his pocket.

I can't imagine how he must have been laughing inside the whole time I was talking about who I should get for my next shirt. He's.. the best.