A bad day of fishing is better than a good day of work.

Eagle Fishing. Get it?

I feel like I cheated the system somehow. I can't believe I got Eagles tickets for this weekend at face value. I heard this rumor that the NFL releases tickets at 10am the Friday before a home game of unused player's tickets. This morning I raced to the post office and Wawa before work (and I was starting to get ancy when I was in the Wa b/c I ran into a friend and we chatted for about fifteen minutes) flew into work, ripped open the laptop and BAM! Two Eagles tickets.

And I don't even have to name my first born Donovan, Brian or Andy to get them! (translated, they're usually really 'spensive.)

Because I couldn't believe my eyes, I tried my luck at getting two more...and BAM! I had them reserved for 5 minutes while I frantically called around to see if anyone wanted them...(sorry if I missed you) but had to throw my catch back.

Paying face value for Eagles tickets is something I thought I'd never experience. I think I'll play the lottery this weekend.

Sunday now looks like this: Todd's running a half marathon (13.2 miles) on Sunday at 7am while I try and find hot wings in the city that early (please text me if you know of a place or want to come) and then we're going to tailgate, then the game, then I have to go to work for a dinner and a mass. I don't think I've ever been happier that I won't be tempted to drink (since I can't) since I have to go to work.

Super pumped.

(btw, my boobs are starting to get HUGE (for me) and they hurt. This post gives you permission to gawk, friends.)