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Family Knows Best

So, I'm going to do some more bragging.  Because it is my blog and I can do what I want.  I have the coolest sister-in-law and brother.  First, they volunteered to watch my cranky little girl this evening so I could play some basketball.

But also, they brought me over my birthday present since my birthday is Thursday, and I'll be 23.  It's my birthday week!  And I have to say, they are goooood.  And I couldn't help but share...

The smaller bottle of wine is just to show how massive the bottle of wine is they bought me,.  I don't feel as if the picture does the bottle justice.  How cool is that?  I'm guessing this is not a bottle I should polish off by myself in one night.  
Guess what I do?
This is simply brilliant....let me show you.

Please forgive the video orientation.  

Cool right?  This is simply the best thing that has happened to me since the birth of my child.  Seriously.  I really really suck at opening wine bottle the traditional way.  In fact, more than once, I have cracked the neck of the bottle or chipped glass into the wine.  Not good.  So in general, I would have a fine gentleman do my wine bottle opening.  Who needs some guy's help when you have one of these, right?  It's like magic, and I did it one handed because I had to hold my phone in the other hand.

But oh wait, I'm not finished.  Wine stoppers.  Very cool.  I went with blue for this bottle because it matches the label of the bottle.  Just put it in, and save the rest for later.  What an idea?!  Now I don't have to drink the entire bottle in one evening!
Thank you Brandon and Alexa, you guys rock.  

Because they were nice enough to watch Haley, I can share my basketball experience of the evening.  But first, I have to say I made a poor choice much earlier in the day.  I have been slacking in the exercise department with all the crazy adjustments of selling the house, packing, moving blah blah blah.  So no more excuses, I jumped right in.  I decided, Hey the Y is only 2 miles away, I'll run there, work out, run back.  Which was a great idea, except I forgot I had basketball tonight.  I was pretty worn out.  Luckily, the Zumba class I took was more like Geriatric Zumba.  I think I was the only person under 30.  It was pretty lame.  However, we did dance to Michael Jackson's Thriller.  I definitely brought it on that song.  You can't half-ass Thriller, it just ain't right.

Where was I going with this...oh ya, so I was exhausted, and played some basketball.  We won.  Over a 20 point spread.  I can't even count the number of blocks I had.  We were running a 2-3 zone, and I was playing center.  It got so bad that I would just let them get position on me, and just swat it time and time and time and time again.  Eventually they learned.  I think the ref called a few bs fouls because he started to feel bad for them.  I'm still not happy with my game though.  I should have finished more shots.  Should have had more rebounds.  I think I ended up with 10 pts.  Not terrible since we scored like 43 as a team.  But I left 3 or 4 shots on the floor that I should have finished and I didn't hit a single free throw (out of 5..ugh.)  Ah well, as a team we did well and that's all that counts. 

Well, I am thinking that's all that I have for the evening.  Tomorrow is a busy day.  Meetings in the early afternoon, work, then cooking group; should be a good time.  I'm thinking I am going to make a banana bread and maybe a pan of cinnamon rolls.  Have a fabulous night!

Until next time....

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