I can’t really say I get hyped up over the Superbowl. I think I watch it more for the half time show (or the commercials) than anything else. Unless the Patriots are in it. Then, there’s something to make some noise over. I like the dynasty thing. I’d like to see more of it just because it wasn’t always this way. Remember the days of Drew? Change is good.
But, the Patriots weren’t in 41 so I could care less. Every game has a loser and this time I didn’t worry over who it would be. Even the commercials were nothing to make note of. Going into this we knew this would happen… yet we still insisted on gathering, gambling, eating and drinking. Any excuse to get together and be in each other’s company after all this time.
They’re all my husband’s friends. After all this time if he went his way and I went mine, they would all stay on his side so they’re his friends. I’m okay with that. We all like each other well enough and J and I aren’t going anywhere separately anytime soon. So, it’s all good, as they say. But, they’re still his friends.
Somehow, the wives got on the subject of kids. This has never happened before. I should mention that out of the six couples none of us have anything that fits the description of child. S & B are just past newlywed and I made the mental faux pas we all do. I assumed they would want one, would be starting one anytime soon. I thought, new state, new jobs, new house. Give them time to settle and when all is not so new they’ll announce the new addition. Not so. Not so to the point of not ever. wow. We women shot reasons for the lack of babe back and forth like a volleyball, each getting better than the last. Finally, we decided we would have to have a “not having a baby” shower for each of us in the group. It was funny and for once it felt good to laugh about it. It was good to stand next to kin.
~*LunaSea*~ 