A Pause For The Super Bowl
Here’s a tip of the glass to the Super Bowl which, in my humble opinion, is a day which should be turned into a national holiday. But hey, that’s just me (and the beer) talking
And there’s nothing like attending a Super Bowl party with three year old in tow and having to spend half the time chasing him down, telling him that “glass plates are not to be thrown”, “don’t put your fingers into the dip”, and consoling him because his cousin poked him in the eye with a toy.
If only I had known this trick. I might have been able to keep him calm for at least a few moments:
But hey, at least the power outage gave Karin and me time to duck out of the party and get home without missing a play.
Oh, and Wayne…it looks like I owe you a quarter.