Justice reigns. And congratulations to the very impressive Donna who predicted the game with precision. She has already emailed to claim her prize, telling me that her son helped pick the winning score and that the prospect of winning a rooster mug made the game even more thrilling in its final moments. I am gratified.
It took a tall boy for me to drive safely home from our dear friends’ (and Patriots fans) house in Massachusetts tonight. So now, though it is long past bedtime, sleep is unlikely. Throwing up, however, is looking like a distinct possibility.
PS: One more time here for my eager emailers: #9 is our dog’s name! Really. You are all very nice and encouraging and supportive of large family living. I love you all. But I am not pregnant.