Eric bought me a bouquet of purple and gold flowers last week in honor of the Vikings game. He's sort of romantic that way you know.
The flowers have held up a little better than the offensive line did on Sunday. I wonder how their bumps and bruises are feeling today....the Vikings...not my flowers. I wouldn't want to be a football player a day or two after the game....especially an "old" one. When did 40 become "old" anyway? Well, besides when we were kids I mean....you know, like 30.
On another note....while I was taking pictures of my flowers the dog woofed to come in. I spend a lot of time letting the dog in and out of the house. Anyway...camera in hand I noticed the sun hitting the neighbors house...so I stepped outside and snapped a quick picture.