Sunday Morning

Romping around in the yard this sunny Sunday morning.  I swear those blue eyes pierce right through my soul when she wants 'em to.   Experimenting with textures in photoshop.  I think I like it.

We watched a really interesting movie last night.  "Catfish" Allegedly a true documentary about a guy developing a relationship with this family via Facebook.  I can't tell you anything whatsoever about the movie or it gives it away but I'm dying to know if it's really true or partially true or what.  At any rate, it was a brilliant movie.  It cost them less than $30K to make and they made like $3 million so I'd safely call that a success.  Anyway, watch it if you get the chance and see what you think really happened.

So what are you doing for the Superbowl?  We are doing nothing.  Kurt couldn't care less about football.  He'd rather do just about anything than watch a whole football game.  Can't stand the idea of wasting hours in front of the TV while he could be outside at the park getting fresh air. or working in the yard.  That is one of the major reasons I love him.  It cracks me up when he meets other guys and they try to talk football with him like it's just a given that everyone with a you-know-what likes organized team sports.  He always says the Dolphins are "his" team because he's from Florida originally and he can talk the talk about Florida State and whatever that other Florida college team is but I  snicker because he really does not give a rip.   We both went to UNCG  for cryin' out loud.  They don't even have football.  Unless you count soccer. (Go Spartans!)  Now that I've "outed" Kurt on Superbowl Sunday, I'd better go make him a sandwich or something to make up for it.  A big manly sandwich.