My boys are taking up positions for Super Bowl Sunday. Now, it's a little early -- only about 9:00 on Sunday morning -- but apparently it's never too early to practice. I have to say that I don't get the whole Super Bowl thing. I probably shouldn't admit that publicly. Based on the look of shock on my husband's face everytime I say it, I think it's a pretty serious, and probably un-American, thing to admit on the Internet.
I did make chocolate chip cookies for the great day, and I think that should count, but I have a feeling it doesn't.
I guess I probably also shouldn't say that during the 89-hour exhaustive coverage of all things Super Bowl that precedes the actual game, I'm going to be watching HGTV and working on my Quilt University 'Filament Fantasy' class. I'll be doing that even during THE ACTUAL GAME (gasp!).
Come get me, Super Bowl police. Watch out though, I'll have a needle in my hand...(but you can have a chocolate chip cookie).
So there I was, sitting in my beautiful home in the suburbs, minding my own business, when my husband says, "The mortgage rates are coming down. Why don't we look around?"
Two months later, we had moved into a 6.5-acre farmette in the country, with two horses, three goats, three ducks, and two cats.
Now what do we do? Warning...major learning curve ahead....