Lew informed me last night that his fantasy football team is done for the season. The remaining weeks of the regular NFL season are his fantasy league's playoffs, and he didn't make the playoffs. In fact, he tied for last place.
Last night I went to a baby shower. We played a "smell" game. When I was told that we would be smelling diapers with baby food in them, I expressed my sincere hope that it was pre-digested food. (It was.) There were ten diapers. The winner -- the mother of a toddler -- identified seven of the foods correctly. I only got three right, which was less than everybody else.
The last shall be first, right?
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