I think I'm making the wrong sort of friends. Oh, yeah, I have the let's-watch-Downton buddies and the let's-go-on-knitting-retreats acquaintances; but, apparently, I have neglected to cultivate any friendships with people who actually like televised sports. Dreadfully shortsighted of me, I must say. Now I will have to wait until Monday to hear about all the commercials.
That's why we watch the Super Bowl, right? The expensive commercials? Which teams are playing, anyway?
|I BENT these. They are made of METAL.|
I do hope my kids realize that, if this intensive yoga regimen doesn't work, I'm not going to be able to stand up long enough to make them dinner anymore, anyway. Aren't ages 8, 11, and 13 old enough to start fending for oneself? The girls do happen to be very excited that they have learned to make scrambled eggs in the microwave. Brian will even whip up a pan of brownies (from a mix), so long as he can convince his siblings to do the clean-up. And David can cook, when he's not making up lame excuses like "Calculus" and "College Chemistry" to get out of kitchen duty. He's so self-centered these days...
Personally, I could be happy for the rest of my life eating Greek yogurt with homemade granola for dinner. You?
[Knitting needles image: The Natural Stitches Newsletter]