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Every year for the Super Bowl we all wonder where the heck we are going to watch the game.
The year the Bowl came to Houston, all our friends sat together in my husband’s old neighborhood munching on Brownies, wings, and popping our eyes out of our head as Justin Timberlake ripped Janet Jackson’s shirt the mess off.
Usually the children are running around the house completely involved in their own worlds, as the parents take their seats in the Den surrounded by yummy food, laughter, and tales of Jr. High Football upsets.
These are the times when you find out that your husband was always as sweet as he is today.
And that he has always liked to walk around in his underwear.
This is when you grow deep bonds with your husband’s best friends wife because she deals with the same nonsense that you vowed you would deal with for the rest of your life.
Recipes are shared, pots of luck are spread to fit every inch of the kitchen table, and we all unite for one night to enjoy the same things, laugh at the same jokes, and remember what it is like to be completely immersed in the moment.
IT’S A CRYING SHAME!
But secretly we’ll love the call the ref just made.
We’ll shove each other around, with all the love we have to muster.
We’ll giggle, and chug on beer, and lick our fingers.
It’s SUPER BOWL SUNDAY, gosh durnit.
Live it. Breath it. Eat it.
I think we are hosting a Super Bowl Party for the 4th year in a row.
I’m not really sure.
I think the usual email has already been sent asking my hubs “What is everyone doing for Superbowl?”
Usually he ignores the first go round.
It’s the second flag that usually gets his attention.
I think that happened last night. His best friend said EVERYONE is wondering “whats up for the Super Bowl.” His friend chuckled and said he told everyone, he’s not sure . . . . but maybe The Woo’s are having financial difficulties that’s why we haven’t offered. . . .yet.
Now the third flag has been thrown.
Because Warwick relayed this message to me today.
Still, I think I’ll make them sweat.
Make them wait a few days longer before we announce that we are having a party.
Then. . . .
It’s on like Donkey Kong. . .Eating Bacon Maple Bourbon Coffee Caramel Corn.
Now that is a serious party.
Bacon-Maple-Bourbon Coffee Caramel Corn