And speaking of General Beauregard Lee, it was cheers all around when he predicted an early Spring (in contradiction to a certain Yankee groundhog). Of course, we all know Beau has the better track record and, after this week, we are more ready for warmer days than any year in recent memory.
As for the rest of our day, well, it was spent celebrating what’s known as “Man Day” around these parts. Every Super Bowl Sunday, Honey does as he pleases. Sleeping in. Eating breakfast in bed. Sending me off to Taco Bell for lunch. And watching the big game. You may be asking yourself how this is much different from any day. It’s really not. But I get Valentine’s Day and he gets Super Bowl day and nobody gets huffy about it. Since it turned out to be so beautiful here, he moved a tv to the porch and we watched the game through half time with some family friends. (By “we”, I totally mean the males in the bunch. Bestie M and I parked ourselves in the kitch and chatted.) I feel like we used the porch all winter last year but have barely stepped toe on it with the frigid days we’ve been having this go round.
The kids go back to school tomorrow after the whole snowpocolypse thing and I’ve got to get this house back in shape. It’s been near anarchy around here for five and a half days.