I am so un-interested in football, it’s not even funny. I used to watch it because my hubby liked it. Now I don’t even pretend. There’s blogging to do. Books to be read. Toilets to be scrubbed. I just don’t get football. The other day my hubby tells me he is not watching Madonna, no matter what. Me? I’m a little sad, because honestly, that’s the only part of the Super Bowl you’ll see me watching.
Funny little side story: because of my lack of football ambition I called my hubby’s sister & asked if my hubby could watch the game with them. I thought it would be fair to him to find someone to watch it with. They had other plans but were happy to cancel them if someone wanted to watch them on their 72 inch tv. Yes, I said 72 inch. We live 2-3 miles away & I am fairly certain I can see their tv from my house. So hell yeah we’ll watch the Super Bowl at your house! Especially since he’ll drink Corona with me all damn day. See, this is what the Super Bowl is all about!