the Vikes goobered it

Nate and I went to the Vikings game on Sunday.  It was my first time and his second live game.  We fought through light rail crowds and got there early to spend $11 bucks on two 'quarterback dogs' (lame-o name) that had delightful shards of bone or cartilage in them.   We were in the nosebleeds but along the 50-yard line.

 

It started out well.  They were scoring points and stuff.  Guys ran around with flags.

Then they tanked in the 2nd half.  We left with 4 minutes to go to beat the crowds to the light rail station.  The Bucs scored and won after we left.  Ho hum.  My pretzel with cheese was good, and it was fun watching the Bucs fans in the next section fight with Vikes fans.  Could have done without the crazy ecstatic people in front of us who had to stand every 5 seconds.  Then we had to stand to see what the heck was happening.  Up down, up down...it was worse than Mass.

Nicky is recovering from having a somewhat large mole removed from his scalp on Friday.  The dermatologist is not concerned that it was suspicious, but we were tired of paying co-pays to have it checked and having to keep an eye on it.  They had to remove quite a bit of extra skin around it in order to be able to sew it up nice.  They went a bit overboard with the razor beforehand.  He handled it like a champ though.  He didn't whine or move around, or even grimace when the doctor grabbed the skin on his head and jabbed the shot of numbing junk in.

It's zoomed in so it looks a bit worse than it really does.  They asked him if he wanted to see it when it was done.  I wasn't sure if he should look, but he wanted to.  He giggled.  Our little FrankenNicky.  Thankfully the kids haven't been too hard on him at school.

And finally, Zach turned 4 yesterday...

Mmm, cookie cake.

Clothes, yes!!

Firearms, wa-hoo!!