Today is a ritual. The first day of the NCAA Men's College Basketball Tournament. March Madness. So I had a long talk with Annie last night. I told her I watch basketball. That I fret over my brackets. I talk, no, yell at the TV.
She looked at me and wanted to know if she got a biscuit.
March Madness to her, I suspect, is having another chewie or grabbing the dish towels and throwing them around the dining room.
Murphy's day.
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