Sunday.
Basketball.
(Ty's team lost, but it was a close one, and Ty scored two baskets.)
Food.
(Nathan slow cooked ribs for five hours. I made spinach dip in a bread bowl, and put out a big platter of cheese and crackers.)
Clue.
(We attempted to play. Key word is attempted. Basically I explained and reexplained it was a process of elimination game, but no one got that, and I ended up being on everyone's team.)
Football.
(Ouch. Seriously. Ouch.)
Golden Globes.
(I cried. I know, it is a somewhat pathetic trait that I sob like a baby when I watch awards shows, but I get it and I feel so connected to each person in the room. This year was particularly tough because I could have been there. Please spare me the coulda shoulda woulda because it was so close I could taste it. It has however fueled that already burning strong bonfire into a full on raging forest fire. Watch out Hollywood Foreign Press Association, I'm-a comin'! And congrats to all the winners. There was such a diverse group this year, and that, I think is wonderful.)
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