Bowled and OVER!

It's all over.  The great NFL match-up between the Steelers and the Packers.  Packers won!  Yippee yahoo.   I guess.  I'm happy for the winners.  A bit sad for the losers.  Bummed that their paychecks have never mistakenly been written out to me and mailed to Murfreesboro.  I think the last time I actually watched the Packers through an entire game was back in the late 90's when they lost their helmets to the Denver Broncos.  The glory days for my husband and his entire extended family.  They continue to hang on by their orange and blue fingertips to the hope that the ghost of back-to-back-Superbowl-victories John Elway will infuse the entire team line-up -- including the handsome Tebow fellow -- and rekindle the winning flame.

And I continue to believe in pretty pink flying pigs.  Sooooo-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e!!!

There are a few reigning reasons that I harbor any sort of affection for Superbowl Sunday.  Here they are.

The birds were plump, warm, fed, and cooing.  I shared in that minor miracle of nature.

My grumpy Yiddish L-Baby (see previous blog entry) had to do himself a few outdoor chores to earn his play time.  Now my senior dog won't bloat herself rooting around in all of that old, spilled, mildewy bird seed.

Somehow, a joint going by the name of "The Slick Pig" has garnered my complete foodie attention when it comes to the smoked wings!  These particular birds were once plump, fed me, and, thankfully, were NOT cooing.

The commercials!!!  Though they've gained such fame in the past decade that it has become rather challenging to develop material that is hilarious and fresh without coming across as 'trying too hard" there were still several winners in the group.  Among them, a tour de force by "Doritos."  Being fully in the belly of the PMS whale, I was highly suggestible and licked a few fingertips of my own!

Baked brie, snugly wrapped in puff pastry, topped with fruit preserves and chopped walnuts.  SCORE!

Anything watched from the vantage point of Sarah's famous top-knot is instantly glamorized!

I tried several times to catch our resident ex-cheerleader in action . . . 

. . . still trying . . . 

. . . TOUCHDOWN-N-N!!!  

The boy camped out on the floor with a full belly and a much improved mood from earlier in the day.

Hanging out with Jimbo, though, alas, he was on a work-related phone/computer call from 12:30PM until after 9PM.  Now THAT'S what you call teamwork and sportsmanship!  Good play, sunshine!

Vegetables, orange soda, and TOGETHERNESS!!!

We attempted to capture my general mood for the night's festivities . . . my Happy Dance . . . 

 . . . my Goofy Grin . . . 

. . . my "I Know My Apron is Filthy and the Lighting is Bad, but I Made it Through Another Superbowl Sunday,  Until Next Year and Good Night, Folks!" Smile.