I am not a football fan.
Nothing about the sport appeals to me. During football season, I actually become a sports widow. I lose my husband to our downstairs couch and TV. There is nothing I can do.
No really, NOTHING.
Enter, Superbowl Sunday. The biggest day of football and my happiest. The sport is wrapping up and all I have to do is get through 4 hours.
Hahaha football, you may have won the prior battles, but I have won the WAR! You will be gone for all of summer and I don’t need to see you again until the fall.
While the hubs, his bros, his mom and Danny watched TV downstairs, Kalea and Brooky kept me company upstairs.
