The ceiling is finished.
Our neighbor Diane dragged the tent fifteen feet back into her yard where it still remains to this day so Matt did not have the opportunity to trash pick it, much to his disappointment and my delight. Diane must have put something inside the tent to weight it, down because while it's blown and flipped around, it hasn't moved from it's anchored spot.
I remain unclear as to why one would randomly set up a tent in late January.
As for the water meter, let me just share this word of warning. If your water meter is hypothetically broken, and even though you call the water company right away, they can't come out for months, let me caution you against uncharacteristically liberal water usage during that time. Because the repairman might hypothetically come out and tell you that while the meter gauge was broken, it still records usage digitally and it's time to pay the piper.
Or, pay Aqua Water Utility company, as the case may be.
Ask me how I know.
Those long showers and extra loads of laundry cost a pretty penny, and if we can't make the mortgage payment next month I might have to ask Diane if we can sleep in her tent.
Also, it's a big week around here because the Philadelphia Eagles won the Super Bowl, for the first time EVER. I shared two weeks ago how the police department greased the light poles downtown with Crisco to prevent climbing. People still managed to climb them, so this week they broke out the good stuff.
They even had shirts made.
And then the Eagles won and the city went crazy. Actually, the majority of the celebrations weren't destructive, but a few bad apples can spoil the bunch, or knock down some light poles, despite the hydraulic fluid.
The victory parade is on Thursday and they are expecting THREE MILLION people downtown.
Matt and I were talking about Justin Timberlake's halftime show, and Matt said, "I don't get it, is Justin Timberlake even relevant anymore?"
I know. God bless him. I didn't marry him for his pop culture knowledge.
However, in full disclosure, I should admit that I thought "dilly, dilly," the Budweiser catchphrase that has gone completely viral, was a term that President Trump invented.
A la "covfefe."
I had no idea it was from Budweiser.
And then the "Philly, Philly" trick play was key in the game, and Nick Foles became the first quarterback in a Super Bowl to throw AND catch a touchdown pass.
I should also admit that I am not an NFL fan and I did not even watch an Eagles game until the division championship two weeks ago so BANDWAGON, PARTY OF ONE.
But I was able to scrounge up some Eagles green nail polish for this week and read 5492 articles online about the Eagles.
And for them to have such a season with a coach that just two years ago was called the worst coaching hire in the NFL, to lose the starting quarterback in week 14 and then to make it to the Super Bowl, only to beat the PATRIOTS with our BACKUP QUARTERBACK, it's a story you can't help but love.
I drove to work yesterday and all of the billboards on the highway said YO PHILLY, WE DID IT, and it made me so happy.
The host of the radio show I listen to on the drive home said he hopes that this is the year every single Philly sports team wins their championship.
I think that's a pretty big jump but go ahead and wish for the moon, Philadelphia sports fans.
Or Philly, Philly.