This year's Superbowl was one I couldn't have cared less about because neither of my teams (Colts or Giants) were in it. The commercials of this Superbowl were my highlight.
I was feeling very sick from, well ... due to the fact that a few men read here I'll just say "female trouble." Very sick means killer cramps, severe nausea, and a feeling that it wouldn't take much to commit homicide.
Husband was very understanding and sweet before the Superbowl. Then the Mr. Hyde elixir of watching football kicked in. Let me just mention, hubby didn't care about the teams in this Superbowl either, yet he said, "I'll just pick the underdog because it's not right to just not watch the Superbowl. You have to watch." This was in response to my saying, "But you don't even like either team."
I left it alone, sat, cradled a heating pad to my tummy, fiddled around the internet looking at sea glass (no idea) online, but then noticed husband becoming increasingly caveman-like. I would say something and he would shout, grunt, or shake fist in return. Like "how dare woman interrupt much violent game that goes grrr and boom boom and argh." Okay, 'nuff said.
Then came half-time where I had the audacity to say, "Wow, Bruce Springsteen, what a treat. Couldn't they get someone good?" This is when hubby who is NOT and NEVER HAS BEEN a fan of The Boss yelled, "Hey, this guy's a national icon, a rock icon, he still fills stadiums." Very grunty, very angry caveman-like.
Not knowing my place in the clan, I continue with, "And yet you have not one download, album, CD, or cassette of his. How weird since he's so positively sensational." Yes, I was a snarky bitch, but come OOOONNNNN, the only reason he's defending Bruce is because he's a part of Superbowl Sunday. Hell, Boy George could've been doing a strip tease to Karma Chameleon while deep throating a snake and hubby would've defended him if he was on the Superbowl stage. Well, actually, probably not, but still, I see no reason why my husband needs to act like a complete mastodon hunter on Superbowl Sunday. I am only glad football season is officially over. There! I said it.
I am also glad because eTrade came out with another brilliant baby commercial. C'mon, you know you want to see it. Push PLAY, Peeps:
Then tell me about your Superbowl Sunday ... or favorite commercial. ;o)
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