Hiccups are scary...!

...and not just because they're a totally involuntary, spasmodic contraction of the diaphragm (like I could even point to where that is!) but because I get 'em all the time these days and I don't even know how to spell 'em! "Hiccoughs" just seems wrong! Exclamation points are fun!!

I really gotta settle down. The Dad's got me totally worked up for this SuperDooper Bowl he's got planned for tonight. I'm workin' the look though, dontcha think? I mean, try to focus on me in the following pic's cause it's one of those "clowns to the left of me, jokers to the right" kinda slideshows.

By the way, can anybody out there tell me when the Dads went calico? I mean, if you look close, I think I've got more red in the hair on my noggin than what little he's got left does, if you ask me.

I don't wanna bust the guy's chops too much, though. After all, he did do me the courtesy of hooking up some pre-game interviews with the local media... or as I like to call it, "the video feature on the digital camera." Still, I think they came out pretty well. Despite the hiccups. Which again, are scary.

In this second one, you can hear the voice that makes my world go 'round, but just long enough for her to tell the Dads "She cannot have Yuengling!" Hee-hee! It's gonna be a great game!

HERE WE GO STEELERS, HERE WE GO!!!
xoxo
Ivy