What?
Just because the Superbowl is over, it doesn’t mean I can talk about it anymore.
Also: Typical Pacific Northwesterner is Typical:
And what is Super Bowl Sunday without COFFEE?
#GoHawks
And BEAST MODE and whathaveyou.
And you gotta love an overpriced ice cream cake.
I mean, nothing says Pacific Northwest and football like an ice cream cake, right?
Or a blue tarp with a big 12 painted on it…
12th man REPRESENT!!!
And this has nothing to do with the Super Bowl…
But everything to do with being a Pacific Northwesty…
A ferry.
Nothing more than that.
Just a ferry.
One of many I have floated on.
And as much of a pain in the but as it can be to have to be slave to ferry schedules…
I love it.
**I am out for a bit. My grandmother, my daddy’s mom passed away Monday. She lived a full and lively 97 years. If you knew her, you’d know I come by personality honestly. I have a lot in my head and heart, but nothing I can express outside of my head and heart. Have a lovely week. In the meantime I am going to focus on time with my family and am thankful for an amazing husband and caring mother-in-law who are holding down the fort at home so I can be here in a very chilly Minnesota with my dad. If I return next week with more of a Minnesota accent than I’ve already been accused of having, well… MINNESOTA DON’TCHAKNOW.
