Well, my boys pulled it off.

The Saints won the Superbowl!
(Jesus’ second-coming must be just around the corner.)

My family spent the evening on the couch watching the excitement and, boy, was it it exciting!

We snacked on pepper jelly dip, buffalo chicken dip, red beans and rice, and king cake.

La Petite Belle kept reminding me that we’re supposed to use our inside voice and that I was very loud. I told her that the inside voice rule is null and void when the Saints are playing.

La Petite Belle also gave the quote of the night:
“WE didn’t do anything. We’re not the team.”

Touche’.

Whatever.

I’ll be headed out this week to trade my NFC Championship shirt for a Superbowl Champions shirt.

Life is good.