The Superbowl. It’s the climax of the NFL season and the perfect reason to kick back with a room full of friends, stuffing your face with fried goodies and beer, handing out high fives and taking in empty calories. It’s always a titillating time, right?
No, not this year. You see, it kind of sneaked up on us. Lately, life has been running us over and we were finally forced to declare a “reboot weekend.” We needed to stay holed up at home doing very lame but important To Dos such as collecting up our tax stuff, scrubbing our grimy bathtub, working (blech), paying bills, getting my crappy car fixed, grocery shopping, and going to bed early. Hence, setting the tone for our very Super Lame XLV.
Hubs tried to make it special by making cheese curds, chips and guacamole, and ordering pizza. But, we still spent the majority of the game like this:
We did have a Pizza Draft with the leftovers, in which we carefully selected the slices for our next week’s lunches in alternating order. So, you know, that was a pretty exciting 30 some seconds. My first round pick was the pepperoni with green olive, just in case you were curious.
Our Superbowl was a nice and quiet and yes, lame time. It was just what we needed.
But even so, you know I totally hid in the kitchen and called out (to no one) as Hubs was paying the pizza delivery guy, “Hey guys, pizza’s here!”. Oh yes I did. I couldn’t help myself.
Please tell me you were not squares like us and did something fun?