Yeesh, no, not W, and not the coming-out kind either.

I'm referring to Reggie Bush, who had a terrific day today against the 49ers. Mom and I went to the Saints game and cheered New Orleans on to their 8th win. Unless they totally fuck up the rest of the season I think it's a pretty fair bet that they'll be in the playoffs. Used to be that you could almost count on the Saints fucking it up somehow, but these just aren't the same Saints that New Orleans has always known. The coach is savvy, the quarterback is smart, and the rest of the team seems to really gel under the two.

So, it'll be fun to see how far they manage to go.

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Before heading over to pick up my mother I dropped by my sister's house.

Actually, I have to go back in time just a bit farther, to yesterday afternoon. After my workout in the morning, I'd put my water bottle into my gym bag, but somehow failed to have the cap completely secured onto said water bottle. This was unfortunate, because my cell phone was at the bottom of my gym bag. Which meant that my cell phone suffered catastrophic damage, and thus I was without phonage from about noon on. After many consultations with Verizon, I determined that I could not get a new phone until Monday unless I wanted to pay full price for the replacement. (My contract rolls over in January, and so I'm supposed to get a free new phone then, however, they're supposedly going to push that date up for me.)

Anyway. Since I knew I would be phone-less, I used my husband's phone to access my voicemail and change my outgoing message to, "This is Diana Rowland, my phone is dead which is why you can't get hold of me. If this is an emergency, you can call my husband at #."

About ten minutes after I recorded this new message, Jack's phone rang. I heard him ask, "Is this an emergency?" Then he rolled his eyes and handed the phone to me. "Imelda Marcos has an emergency."

It was my sister, calling to tell me that she had several dozen pairs of size eight shoes in the trunk of her car that she would allow me to pick through before she gave them to a church garage sale.

But see, I understood completely the magnitude of this, because these shoes came from the closet of my sister's neighbor whose wife passed away a couple of years ago. And this woman was one of those incredibly elegant, stylish women who always looks well put together and terrific. And I knew that it would be very VERY worth going through those shoes. So this morning before the game I went over to my sister's house to do just that.

And I was right. Not only did this lovely woman have a terrific collection of designer shoes and purses, but she also took fantastic care of the same, with the majority of the shoes in plastic boxes or wrapped in cloth bags. I think I easily snagged a thousand dollars worth of shoes. I also made off with several purses--two Coach purses and several others of various designer origin.

I'm not going to need to buy shoes or purses for years!