Sunday afternoon Addie chilled out with AB and I (and Audrey) ate some fruit loops and took in the Daytona 500. We were both impressed with Dale Jr.'s new ride. I was a little disappointed that Jr. didn't win it. I think if the race had another two or three laps he would have taken the checkered flag. But any disappointment was overshadowed by the thrill of seeing Tony Stewart come oh so close only to have it ripped out from under him. I hope it hurt.



















