Although I do appreciate the Super Bowl only calling itself Super instead of the World Series (with no international teams) like baseball, I'm not intending to watch for several reasons. I don't really care about either team; if I had to root for one, it would be Philadelphia because I've been to that city, and they haven't won as much as KC. However, I will be watching A Super Bowl...from 2014.
On my DVD, my team always wins, the Legion of Boom defense rocks and the Seahawks upset the Broncos, who were a huge and arrogant favorite. I don't own a copy of the 2015 Super Bowl where Russell Wilson audibled a pass play on the one-yard line instead of giving the ball to Marshawn Lynch. 10 years later and I'm still bitter about that! Just kidding, even though at the time, there were many, many curse words said in my family room.
Since I have the sniffles (a cold), John ditched me isn't coming over as planned, so I had plenty of time for a long walk. Sadly, I forgot to put on my FitBit --which was frustrating until I remembered that I used to run and walk before I had one to keep me honest. Do Fitbits judge you if you only earn a couple hundred steps daily? Perhaps they send you a nastygram? On my route, I always say "hi" to Ella, but I never give her food since my knowledge of horses and their diet is abysmal. Today she was waiting by the fence, probably looking for a treat.
Mari's mood when I turned off the fire was grim. She mirrors my own angst about...
John, who is willing to babysit the germ factories granddaughters tomorrow yet won't come near me if I have a cold. Are kid's illnesses less contagious? (eye roll) I understand and mostly accept that I'm not in his Top 5, much less Number 1. When you date a widower with children who still loves his late wife and has children and grandchildren, you deal with that reality. He likes me and seems to care about me. But sometimes it's hard to feel less or unimportant. My daughters have their families/children, my friends have other friends (I'm really no one's bestie, not that I want to be) and my mother, as dependent as she is on me, somewhat favors her "baby" my brother. At least I'm Mari's NUMBER ONE! Only because she hates everyone else, does that count?
My latest Book Club book is about a woman who accidentally ends up at a venue hosting a huge wedding; due to her failed marriage and lack of children, she intends to kill herself there and tells this to the bride in the elevator. Will this story improve? I'm assuming she doesn't kill herself since that would be a very short book indeed. Sigh.
Now I'm off to watch the Super Bowl, Margaret-style!
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