No Joy in Mudville

Growing up in a household of cheeseheads, it was a phrase my mother used often. Apparently, I do not love my child enough to spare her the heartache that it is to be a Packer fan. Ah, well. She can learn the quiet dignity of being a well-wisher for her friends' teams that DO make it to the Superbowl. And I'll teach her the magic names: Curly, Vince, Bart, Brett...
(photo shamelessly stolen from Megan!)



