Next year, man; next year.

Watching the Cowboys-Seahawks game b/c the bro-in-law made me join his fantasy football league, (I have no idea who I even picked or why...I plan to win through ignorance and irony.) and I am required by law to support the Cowboys (again as per said bro-in-law).

Me: Watch them miss the field goal now after they've made all those like...far away...ones...

Dad: No, he'll make it. It's an automatic. It's practically like kicking an extra point. They never miss those.

Me: The Cowboys will. Something will happen. Just wait.

...Me=apparently psychic; bro-in-law=in tears; dad=bemused and in debt to me one dollar (big risk takers, my family.)

lol, Romo, just...lol--and wow. Can't blame Carrie Underwood this time.

(Think I'll make the bro-in-law some cupcakes tomorrow.)