What is really ironic? I usually make my picks first thing in the morning (in case I get hit by the proverbial bus in the afternoon, I will at least have THAT day covered ) I picked Cleveland and was stressing last night about weather and looked to change, but couldn't figure out who was better. So basically, I chucked it and just went with it. Who knew I wouldn't be alone today....

My Crabby visitor? Plane touches down a bit after 2:30 here. She's here till Sunday.

Progress reports? I am sure she will fill you in. I'm the quiet one, remember? I don't talk much unless it is to talk baseball smack - which these days...eeeeeek...

Sidenote: People I know ask how I can allow a perfect stranger into my house that I've never met. They tell me what if "she" is really a big burly "he"? Then I remind them it works both ways. How does SHE know that I am not a big burly "he"??

Reminds me of that Aerosmith video where the guy is talking to the phone sex operater picturing a svelte, beautiful woman in lingerie lying on her bed. Then WE see the real thing - a hugely obese gross woman, ironing clothes and holding a crying kid.