'Tis another sad ending to another Bronco season.  At least we made it to the Division Championship this time.  Unfortunately of all the teams to beat the Bronco's out of the Super Bowl race... it had to be Dickidoo's team, the Steelers.  There will be no living with him now.  I'm still undecided who to root for now that my team has been eliminated.  I've always like the Seahawk's helmet logo, and you all know how important helmet logo's are to me when deciding a team's worth.   I have been rooting the Steelers on in non-Bronco games, but those stinkers were the ones who put my guys out so I don't know if I could continue my support.  Besides.... they're Dickidoo's team. 

I'm wounded.  And not just my pride.  Its my big toe.  I dropped a bottle on it and got a nifty little gash when the bottle shattered.  And it wasn't just any old bottle, it was a bottle of HOT sauce.  Initially I just stood there staring with facination as the glass fell from around the sauce, but the sauce kept its shape in a jellied mass.  Very interesting!  Then I realized that there was a fair amount of blood dripping over the side of my foot.  Talk about dumb luck.... off all the bottles to get cut with, I had to pick a bottle of pepper sauce.  Fortunately the gushing blood kept most of the pepper sauce from getting in the wound.

Rocky took the Hunters Safety class last week and passed with honors.  In fact she was tied for high score with only 1 wrong.  Just for the record, most of the students in her class were over the age of 25.  When I took the course about 8 years ago I had 4 wrong.  So anyhow, she, Art and their dad went hunting on Saturday.  This is her first rabbit!  Its now all cleaned and cut up in the frige with the rabbits the others got.  We'll probably have it for supper tomorrow night.  But'll we'll save some to put on the table for our Harvest feast this fall.  Now all of my children are officially hunters!  Too bad none of them are housekeepers.