The only one of the tasks I listed yesterday that got completed was the putting away of clean laundry, and that only happened because my lovely wife did it before I got home.

On the other hand, we watched Duke trounce Tennessee in women’s basketball. About a minute before the end of the game, the little ticker at the bottom of the screen said that this game was  Tennessee’s worst defeat since 1976. The Lady Vols did get a couple of additional points, so perhaps they avoided that particular humiliation.

Plus one of the big burly girls on the Duke team is Chubby Checker’s daughter, and dad was there to watch her play. Yes, daughter. Our original guess was grandaughter, but no.

This is what happens when you marry a sports fan. You start to learn these things, and even to sometimes find the games interesting. In fact, I can say with authority that it is a LOT MORE FUN to watch sports when you can turn to someone and ask "Why did they do that?" about a play or a call by the ref, or "What does that mean?" about something the commentators say. (To clarify, it’s more fun when you can ask, and they know the answer. Although I suppose creative fictional answers would be fun too.)

Then we watched Project Runway, and noticed that Heidi Klum looks amazing pregnant. And that Sasha Cohen is adorable. We’re not sure why the psycho guy who sewed an ugly exploding pillow (or was it the tattered remnants of a Foghorn Leghorn costume?) to the back of his version of the figure skating costume is still on the show, and we hope Sasha Cohen got to wear the winning costume in front of the smallest audience possible.

We also agreed that my sister needs to be on that show. Heh. She really would be a great fit.

Best of all, when we climbed into bed and began discussing the What’s Smudge’s Name? experiment so far, we discovered that we agree on the name!!!

We’re still not ready to make a public disclosure, and we haven’t nailed the middle name, but the pressure is off. (And by the way, you are part of the public. Yes, even you. I’m sorry. Really, even you. No, really. Please don’t ask. I’ll feel guilty, but I won’t actually answer, and then we’ll both be more unhappy than we were before you asked.)

Hopefully, more items will get crossed off the list this evening. :)

Fruit & Veg Count, 1/23: 1 tiny organic gala apple, ~1 cup blanched carrots & pea pods