It's no secret that next Sunday, Feb 3rd, is Super Bowl Sunday. And depending what part of the US you reside in, this day will be received with the same amount of fanfare as any of the other major holidays (in some cases, more).
I don't have anything against the Super Bowl or the NFL. I spent some of my formative years in football country, where the high school quarterback was considered a local hero, we were required to learn the high school fight school in music class in 4th grade and junior high gym class mandated a full quarter of playing football so that we could all learn the principles of the game. Hence football should be in my blood, but to the disappointment of so many around me, I really would prefer spending Football Sundays outside, curled up with a good book, or even watching a matinee.
So you can only imagine my excitement when I learned of an alternative activity for Super Bowl Sunday. Last night I was curled up with my latest copy of the New Yorker, when I came upon a brief article titled "Dept. of Cute: Puppies!" Immediately I began reading aloud to Grey, causing him to put down his book and flip open his laptop to investigate. Upon watching the 20 second clip of Marta, we were sold. Seriously, how the hell have we not heard of this!?!?
Next Sunday, while millions of Americans pack the bars or open there homes to watch grown human men strut around in Spandex and toss around a pigs-skin, Grey and I have a date with a bowl of popcorn, some beer/ ginger beer and streaming Animal Planet. In the meantime, Grey has hidden the checkbook and I am forbidden from driving within 20 miles of an animal shelter/rescue organization. Instead, I'm practicing my "OMG he/she is SOOO cute" face.
Listen Up and then BE HEARD!
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