
Why is Nicole
putting on her coat and giving me beckoning faces with such
blurry urgency? Probably because if I keep taking stupid pictures, we'll be late for
brunch (yes, it's Sunday). I know I post a lot of pictures of
food, but you may not know that Nicole
sings songs about
everything she eats. Especially if it
makes her tongue change colors.
On the way home, Nicole
American Pickers-ed a broken lamp. Garbage reclaiming happens almost as often as going to brunch.
It doesn't work at all. Probably because of
stuff like this. Ever since exploding a wire in our wall (and the year she spent helping to rewire the whole house because of it), Nicole is now a
proficent amature electrician. She's actually
really good at it.
After fixing the lamp, we went to go eat
strangly shaped pretzels. Just like
10-7-10, Nicole got Cavs tickets from her job. We got to sit in the same (awesome) seats and see the same (not very good) team. However, just like last time, my
favorite giant Asian named
Yi was in town. I like basketball games. The players are so
graceful and make such
effortless faces while they
knock each other over.
Jazz hands. Mo Williams
sitting on Mo Williams lap defies the laws of physics almost as much as
small white Shaquille O'Neal who apparently still plays for Cleveland. Really though the
fans alone of the
worst team in the league kind of make going to games worth it. It's way better than staying home and watching
The Jersey Shore on TV...even if it's sometimes like watching a
full on train wreck. Like when
little kids reenact the Michael Jackson knife fight from
Beat It (actually that was kind of awesome). Besides, we won free
Chalupas! Nicole really just goes for the
cotton candy. Tony and Barb just go places to
be photogenic. Especially when we
raid suites to take pictures on the way out. Hooray for sports and
athletic merchandise.