Let’s just take pause for a minute to commiserate with all the Steelers fans out there.
But just a moment. Because. SuperBowl XLV Champs, baby!!!!!!!!!!
I will be spending my morning
perusing the internet for some championship t-shirts working. We went to our friends for a wings n’ chili party. It was a ridiculous good time. I spent most of the game with my stomach up in my throat because, seriously, could that have been any more of a game? I suppose it’s better than a complete blowout, but I’m guessing that my football-season-long ulcer would disagree. And then I spent the rest of the time teaching Ilana how football works. (I will probably get her to become a football fan before I get her on Facebook.) The cookies I made that morning and thought were a disaster got rave reviews. There was a delicious baby there. ALSO, I totally won $40.
Not a bad way to spend an evening, eh?
Except, of course, for two things.
A) the lack of American commercials – NO, I do not know what you are talking about when you say GROUPON or Adrien Brody singing or Bieber.
B) the worst Superbowl Halftime Show in the history of Superbowl Halftime Shows. I am not a fan of the Black Eyed Peas on a good day, but good granny they were horrific last night. Also, I am genuinely scared of Fergie and her puffy face and adam’s apple.
Look at that! I don’t think I have ever been retweeted. EVER. And then last night it happened TWICE! And they were both Fergie-related, which leads me to believe that instead of tweeting about all the important things I normally tweet about, like how I eat too much cookie dough and how my kids really do say the most ridiculous things (Like, over breakfast yesterday when Josh said, “WHAT’S A STRIP CLUB?”), I really should only tweet about Fergie.