Going to church on “superbowl Sunday”
and not hearing a word about “superbowl Sunday”
is a beautiful, beautiful thing.
Almost like not being in Texas.
Just wonderful.
We also did not attend any superbowl parties this year. So nice. I can’t even express to you in words how much I hate football. It just represents everything wrong with the world. Or at least a lot of it.
I think I have decided I’m done with Superbowl parties. I just go to hang out with people, but then I eat about 15 brownies. I’d rather hang out with anti-superbowl people in a less brownie-dense environment.