How about that game last night, right? That dismal first half. Beyonce gyrating around the stage giving herself whiplash while she pretended to sing. The lights going out. The 49ers realizing halfway through the game they weren’t just practicing and that they were, in fact, at the Super Bowl. Ray Lewis having an alibi all night long. It was great fun. I’m not sure where I was going with that. I think I just wanted to make a Ray Lewis joke.
Here’s my week in review:
Because I don’t already watch enough TV, I decided I’d see what all the hype is over Nashville. I totally get it. If I’m going to watch a prime time soap opera those people better sing like angels and have southern accents. On a side note, is anyone else unable say “southern accent” without doing a southern accent? Just me? I thought so.
I gave my baby a bloody nose. I guess infants aren’t good boxers. Live and learn.
I got my hair did. And tried to take one of those cute “I’m in the car after getting my hair did photos” I see other people do.
It didn’t work out.
I went to Target to buy tampons. I left with a bag of peanut butter cups and a cart full of clearance Colts apparel. I shouldn’t be allowed out by myself.
I got my tickets to the Vera Bradley outlet sale ya’ll! One of the highlights of my year is fighting other women for quilted bags. Don’t judge me.
Wyatt met his first friend, Audrey.
They both like food and causing trouble so I think it’s going to work out.
We watched the Super Bowl and ate food. And scared Wyatt to death countless times as we yelled at the TV. He’s going to have to toughen up. Can’t handle an uppercut or Super Bowl Sunday? What a baby.
I also have to give Dodge some kudos for their Super Bowl commercial. They’re going to sell a hell of a lot of trucks after that one.