I can't believe the Giants pulled it off.

During the start of the Super Bowl, we got a call from a vet technician.  Baker's blood work results were in and his numbers are "phenomenal", which is phenomenal.  It's a sigh of relief because a) he's not sick like his brother, and b) we can safely move forward with the procedure to make cufflinks out of his dice.  We were so caught up in out-drinking one another that we didn't really think it through ...because we're terrible parents.  But we're very thankful, and we hope this time next year to enter him in the Kitten Bowl halftime show.

Right before the game, Amber had to run out for some last minute errands, and she picked me up some chicken wings.  And that, my dear reader, is why she is the greatest girlfriend in the world.

I still can't believe the Giants pulled it off.  We've subsequently decided to name our first child Plaxico.