How are you faring? I hope you civilized ladies and gents have (like me) made it through the most barbaric day of the year…the Super Bowl. Heavens.
If not for the sinfully delicious meat dishes (seriously, how many ways are there to dress up little weenies?), I don’t think I would be able to deal. The shouting, the grunting, the blatant betrayal of taste…it’s enough to send a regal kitty to the madhouse! Can someone PLEASE explain to me the point of laymen wearing jerseys? The ventilation is worthless since the physical exertion is limited to eating and imbibing…so really, what’s the point? Yea, I don’t know either.
Anywho, I’m glad the whole shebang is over. At least now Boss Man can go back to eating Top Ramen and wearing old pastel Gap sweaters. The entire day of sudden (and poorly displayed) machismo was overkill…and enough to put this feisty feline to sleep.
Now I’m free until next fall, because let’s be honest, no one really cares about basketball.