For superbowls, we wear leopard. (Please note that the red-eye-autocorrect function helpfully adjusted the color of all eight of my eyeballs.)
On Sunday night, Kendrick and I went into the city with the kids so that he could finally, finally realize his dream of watching the Superbowl from start to finish. (If he watches it at home as he has for the past several years, you see, there is a virtual guarantee that at some point he’ll hear a “Honey…?” coming from the other room, which will be followed by a request that he do something not involving being cemented to the couch in a pile of chicken wings.)
We went to a party at our friends Ella and Larry’s house, and the Superbowl was watched. Start to finish. (Not by me – I popped in to be horrified by that TV-falls-on-child insurance commercial and enjoy a little Flying Katy Perry, then popped right back out…although I did join for the last twenty minutes and I TOTALLY GET THE FOOTBALL THING now, because that was awwwesome.) And then Kendrick went home to take care of the dogs, and very fortunately did not take my car keys with him this time, yay.
Except I woke up to really not drive-in-able conditions, so I spent the morning snow-stuck (which is slightly less serious than “snowbound,” if you’re wondering) at my parents’ place with my children and nothing but my ancient computer to work on. (My regular one is doing an absolutely terrifying thing called “grey-screening,” but according to the Apple people is apparently fixed now, which is good because #heartattack. On a related note, they should really start distributing Xanax as part of the service at Genius Bars.)
Anyway, you know what ancient computers are really bad for? Doing things. Like getting on Internets (mine did not want to for several hours). Booting up quickly. Uploading stuff. Holding a battery charge for longer than thirty seconds.
They are, however, very, very good for nostalgia purposes, and so I spent Indy and Goldie’s nap scrolling through Ancient Computer’s Photo Booth and discovering some seriously old-school treasures.
Remember when we all freaked out over the grand new discovery called Photobooth and all went around taking SUPER ARTISTIC AND EDGY photos like this? (That’s me and Francesca back in the L.A. days.)
I took this photo to send to Kendrick the day after we got engaged and he flew back to New York. (I think I’m trying to look sweet and wifely here, but mostly just look a little intense.)
And here’s us right after we moved in together, doing some celebrating with Lucy. (Kendrick looks a little nervous about what he has gotten himself into. Lucy looks sprightly.)
Look at these tiny little babies!
Babies!
Here is me learning my lines before appearing on a German entertainment show and helpfully pointing at the paper like a good little blogger. (For a short period of time this was actually my primary source of income, which was so weird and also so weirdly fun, and there are definitely videos somewhere out there of my mouth moving and a German voice coming out talking about, like, Whitney Houston. Weird.)
Remember that time we got stuck in Aspen for the rest of our lives?
And finally, here is us about to head out on our very first post-Indy-arrival Date Night. Apparently I got so excited about the prospect of being out in public again that I decided to dress like a cross between Liza Minnelli, Stevie Nicks and Richard Simmons, with a completely inexplicable crop top thrown in for extra style points.
The End. That was fun.
