wow, y'all. you have totally surprised me. because while i was holding my nose shut trying to finish my 8 oz. of nastiness yesterday, i was certain (certain!) that everyone in the world hated the stuff as much as I did. how could anyone drink it without being forced to? i mean, my husband likes it, but since love is blind, i've overlooked that fact about him.

but you guys? come on...you HAVE to be kidding. kenny was pretty sure there were other people out there who liked it -- how else could they still be selling it in every grocery store across the country? but i was so certain he was wrong.

and i'm always right. it's probably the single worst trait that kenny doesn't like about me. (well, that and the angry-pillow-in-his-face when i have to get up and feed the babies when they wake during the night.)

but i guess you proved me wrong. for the very first time in the history of my short life, i was wrong.

it was, however, interesting getting your opinion on something. so interesting, in fact, that i'm going to poll you (my blog readers) every once in a while. so stay tuned for the next "poll" and weigh in with your opinion.

back to the superbowl. it's rather boring this year - i'm not hanging on each play by play. i am thinking of my chicago friends tonight, as they are probably sitting on pins and needles right now (still pulling for you, Bears fans!) and wow. Prince can still rock "Purple Rain."