It's March Madness!!!! With a sports editor of a husband, I usually end up being sucked into a bracket pool at his office.
The first year, I finished dead last in the pool. DEAD LAST. Erik claims I didn't embarrass him, but I felt embarrassed. Marrying a sports dude gives me sports knowledge by osmosis, right?
Last year, I redeemed myself slightly by finishing in the middle of the pack. With this finish, I felt secure and that I should stop while I was ahead.
And then this year came along. On a whim, I filled out a bracket. And got lucky (only it didn't feel lucky when my selected champ, Purdue, choked in the first round). Let's ignore Purdue, though. Things on the left side of my bracket have been rockin and rollin. So much that I'm in the final two of the pool.
Ironically, I'm battling with for the No. 1 spot in the pool with a client.
No, this photograph is not an error. It's Audrey. Yes, Audrey, the 2-year-old (although she's 1 in this photo).
She's so adorable, it's rough to get my competitive edge on! (But part of me wonders if it will speak poorly of me to get 2nd place to a 2-year-old?).
So, good luck to Audrey, because there's no one cuter I would rather be No. 2 to. :)
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