make that almost secret four...and then as of this morning, officially secret four. see previous notes about not you or me...

Apparently, if you know me, you get pregnant. This is much like affect on animals at the zoo. I've got photo proof to show that I'm an animal aphrodisiac. I'm definitely not chaperoning any school field trips...no one wants to answer those questions to a bus full of 2nd graders!

despite my awesome few round of the NCAA tournament, I believe that I'm out, or all but out of my 16 person pool. Yes, I predicted three great upsets in the beginning, but Tennessee really messed me up. I've got two teams left in the final four (UCLA and Kansas) but it doesn't look good. The real problem with the bracket is if you pick all chalk you get hammered by people for being a front runner, but in the end, these teams are highly ranked for a reason. That's okay-I'm still proud of San Diego and West Virginia. And I'm still bummed about Davidson...and the sad thing about the tournament is that while everyone is excited when there aer 64 teams, but time it gets to four almost no one has a chance at winning their bracket and so no one really cares in the end who wins. Go UCLA just because someone should still be excited for you!

For those keeping score, I'm feeling better. I've got a voice again, though it isn't fully back. Still, it is no where near as bad as it was on Friday morning when I was trying to leave a message for work that said I wasn't coming in. I was afraid they wouldn't be able to even understand what I was saying! A few good naps and a nice bath in the big girl tub later and I'm on the road to recovery! If only our dvd player had been hooked up (or you know, found in the pile of box rubble) and I could have watched The West Wing...