Super Bowl

Wow, I wonder if Sunday’s Super Bowl is the first one I’ve ever watched.  If I watched it before this, I blocked it out of my mind—it must have been a foul memory.  Just kidding.  Any way, Saturday night, Brian and Matt wanted to buy food for the Super Bowl, so I sent them to the grocery store.  Alone.  With no guidance.   Fifty dollars, 4 steaks, 7 layers of dip, two bags of corn chips, 20 taquitos, 1 bag of Cheetos,  4-2liter bottles of pop, and  ½ gallon of ice cream later they returned.  Let’s just say that the five of us ate very well Sunday night.  The Super Bowl itself was fine.  Some of the commercials were funny; some we turned off.  I ended up feeling antsy—too much testosterone, I guess.   Finally I broke out the crochet and worked on a pink baby dolly.  So, with junk food and pink yarn, I made it through my first Super Bowl.