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.

and

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.