It's Superbowl Sunday! And Da Bears are playing! Everyone hold your breath and cross your fingers till the game is over, okay?
Did y'all know that I grew up south of New Orleans? I remember watching football games with a paper bag over my head, rooting for the Aints. And I remember cheering for the Cowboys most Sundays -- when you lived near New Orleans, you had to have a back up team. If your team didn't play till evening, or till Monday night, you'd head outside to play tackle football in the yard with all your friends. And hope that the cute guy tackled you. :)
I'm off to tackle the cute guy right now. I've learned that it's best not to wait to be tackled, but to hit him when he's not expecting it. Cute guys seem to appreciate that. My cutie will never know what hit him, but let me scoot before he reads this or my play will be blocked.
Until I write again ...