Super Bowl 40

Is it the Super Bowl Queen riding atop her Super Bowl float??? Naaaaaaa, it's our own Kathryn ripping off the roof of her garage. Doesn't everyone plan to rip the roof off of their garage on Super Bowl Sunday????



So did I tell you that Sarah asked me if I was going to have a Super Bowl Party??? I never suspected that she was such a football fan. She's not. She was just asking for her husband Mark & Jessica's husband Lonny wanted to know too. Seems the boys thought my TV would make the perfect centerpiece for THEIR Super Bowl Party. Well, you know me, I never turn down the opportunity to hostess an important cultural event. So the girls dropped off their boys (reminded me of my old day care days) before they headed off to the movies. And good party planners that they are, the boys arrived with beer and too much food. Thank heaven Robert & Rob came over to help consume calories. My contribution was a Chocolate Mousse Football cake from the Metropolitan Market and some brand new beer called "Hairy Eyeball", very tasty. i just can't pass up beer with a clever name & label. Here are the party boys, Mark and Lonny overseeing their many fine goodies. Getting ready for kick off. Don't they look happy and carefree, wonder how long THAT will last.



Time for kickoff and the boys are settled in for an afternoon of giving the referees encouragement, yeah, right! We will remember them just like this forever. We will forget the bad calls, the screaming, the &%@#*!!! Hey, there's always next year. Next year's game will be in Miami, a much better place for a February holiday as opposed to frigid Detroit.



The highlight of the evening ended up being a visit from Derek & his folks. He is so relaxed and content, not bothered at all by the football frenzy. Of course, he will be 30 years old before the Seahawks make it back to the Super Bowl again (opps, did I say that out loud).



Truth be told, I am a bit uncomfortable with the fact that the Seahawks did so well this year and that they are so popular. I miss the 80s when they were really bad and we all complained. Oh well, maybe we'll get back to the good old days sometime soon.