NFL Super Bowl XLVIII
The Superbowl is the one and only time I can bear to watch a commercial, other than that, I consider them Satan. It's entertaining to see the companies who are willing to pay millions of dollars for a few minutes of air time. Sometimes the material is intriguing as well, as the advertising agencies tend to push the envelope a little further than average.
The real reason I love Superbowl is because it's my cutie-munchkin's birthday. Yup, I was on the hospital bed -- high on epidural (t.m.i.) -- as the Superbowl played on the T.V. I'm excited for his birthday party this year, we're celebrating the week after Superbowl. I have some fun activities planned: hot potato, musical chairs and pin the tail on the donkey. It has been a long time since I've played these games, it will give me a chance to re-live my childhood a little.
I'm mentally preparing myself that my house will be where the wild things are. I'm visualizing them hanging from the curtains - like monkeys in the jungle, running at top speed - like horses out of the gate, trampling over the toddlers - like giant monsters and just running, running, running :/ Mama will have a little bottle of vino on hand, I know at least one of the other moms who will appreciate this. Here's to hoping there's no blood shed, cheers!