The Saints absolutely clobbered Arizona this afternoon.

I didn't go because it was raining off and on, and there is more than a bit of a walk from the parking lot to the entrance. And getting to the car area involves stairs.

Called YD and she had a friend in mind. That woman looked REALLY pleased at the opportunity, and was "appropriately" dressed in team colors.

I watched from the comfort of my couch, with a heating pad on my hip, a black cat on my lap, and vicodin in the bloodstream.

Some time during this week I should really contact the Superdome to find out where their "crip" entrance is. That would take care of the problem of navigating wet parking lots and stairs. I do NOT want to miss next week's game.

And that pretty much took up the majority of today.