The best part of the day was that Daddy's team looked good even though they lost 28 - 21. Daddy loves coaching football, and even though he was talking to a reporter, he still held me and hugged me. He had to talk to a lot of people before he was ready to go home. Afterwards, we all went back to Dave and Anne's for pizza, wine and laughter. Family time is the best. Grandpa Jimmy and Gramma Rosie start back to Bangor tomorrow and fly back to Oregon on Monday. They are really going to miss me and Mommy and Daddy. And, now that they found out that the bottom floor of their house is flooded, they are really dreading their return. Gramma says, "When it rains, it pours." I'm not sure what that means, but I'll ask Owie if he knows.
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