I feel like I just found out that my favorite love song was written about a sandwich.

My dad and I went to the Pistons vs Lakers game. It was a blast. If you can notice, my dad is wearing the 1990 World Champions t-shirt... which is pretty old, but he was so proud of it.
We beat them on a 3-pointer from Tayshaun Prince (the jersey I'm wearing) at the end of the game. The whole arena was loud and crazy. What a great time! We were soooooo excited.
My grandma came over for my mom's birthday party (and superbowl party). I'm practicing being a missionary by wearing a jacket, but I was also wearing jeans... so 50%. We played our favorite game - Pinochle - and I won 3/4 games. So it was a successful evening.
My mom blew out her candles on her awesome heart shaped cake I made. No it's not a Valentine's cake - it's a love cake, regardless of unnecessary holidays.
This is the face my mom made after she took a sip of Diet Pepsi. Every time my dad gets a pop, my mom asks for a sip. And this is what she thinks about pop. I don't know why she does it every time... it's a mystery!

PS - The title of the post is a quote from 27 Dresses. Lynn - don't forget the good quote!