Have a SUPER day!

Well, Super XLVI left a giant mark on our glorious city of Indianapolis. The boys and Sam headed to Georgia for a week to visit the ILs and while I was sad to see them go, I was happy that I didn't have to endure the pain, er, visit too. So, mama experienced Indy by herself that week.

What's most hilarious about this, is that I had grand plans on cleaning and organizing and getting stuff done. WRONG. I spent my time relaxing, sleeping (I got a wicked sore throat and laryngitis that week!), drinking and just existing. I managed to drink, celeb stalk, sleep and relax with a little of existing here and there. Did I mention the celeb-stalking? I am a complete and celeb stalking whore. What? I own it.

I'm proud to be a Hoosier. We handled XLVI with sass, style and by the balls.

Here's a photo of me w/ my favorite 90's rapper, Vanilla Ice or as I call him Rob VanWinkle. It's okay, I can call him that because we are best friends.

Word to your mutha.

PS -- Sorry for the radio silence. It won't happen again!