What? I didn’t say every Friday.

It has always made be a little batty to hear folks refer to their kids’ activities as their own. You know… “We have ballet,” “We have a HUGE test,” and my all time favorite, “We have to potty.” (The only thing worse is when a man says, “We are pregnant.” Um, no WE are not… I don’t see you doubling in size and barfing continuously throughout the day.) Don’t act like you don’t know what I am talking about. Before I had kids I swore I would never do it. But guess what?

Wells made a touchdown last night. Two actually. My kid did something awesome, and I was so proud and filled with post-toetouch adreneline that it happened. I said it… “We made a touchdown!” (To no one in particular while doing spirit fingers.) Whatever. I gained 70 pounds when I was pregnant with him… he owes me.

I will be back later with a Friday Four… Or possibly a Saturday Six. I know you are fired up.