You read that right. I’m a single lady until February. Football has shaken it’s booty and my husband has gone and paid attention.
Today was the first Sunday of many where the husband watched not one but THREE football games. Although he was sweet enough to mix in a trip to Home Depot and cooking dinner, he spent a majority of the time on the couch watching a bunch of men in tights running into each other.
For the last game, we had a visitor come over for dinner.
Cole kept me company until halftime. Now Jeff is at their house and I’m all alone.
How many days until February?
