So...my nephew, Gabriel Martin, was born yesterday. Yep...he's gonna be called a groundhog for the rest of his life.
Today marks two years for
neophobic and I. Happy anniversary, baby. Though if I had known we were getting married on the "Day the Music Died," I might have suggested a different day.
Had a great time at a friend's watching the super bowl. Just wish we'd gotten home a bit earlier. This week has really dragged.
In positive news, we have an appointment to move further along on the home ownership front tomorrow. Fingers crossed for that going well.
Time to blow this popsicle stand. See ya's tomorrow.