First weekend of the World Cup, and Sal and I got out the matching pajamas to watch Sweden play Trinidad and Tobago. I spent three weeks in the hospital from a scorching case of the Tobago when I was a kid, so we rooted for T&T even though the Swedes were heavy favorites. Here you can see us watching the game while working on our laptops, with Sal occasionally strumming a rousing folk song to cheer the underdogs on:
In case you can't tell, ours are not just matching pajamas, but matching robot pajamas--and matching menacing killer-eye-laser robot pajamas at that.
Meanwhile, at halftime, we took a break to check our horoscopes and look for skincare advice:
The friend who took these photos also tried taking one from behind the sofa as we watched the game, but her efforts were foiled by my bald spot messing up the lighting for the photo, even after I tried wearing the stuffed giraffe on my head to cover it.
* I will admit to worrying when I titled a post Weekend at Sal's that Sal-fans would worry that Sal had died and forced Andrew McCarthy and me to engage in no end of hijinks to try to cover it up.