The End!

Well friends...I have survived the weekend. I have come back from the brink of death, thanks in large part to the box of chocolates and jumbo Slim Jims that Sweetpotato so kindly brought me from the drug store. He got tissues and medicine too, but they didn't do the trick nearly as well as Russell Stover. I appreciate all your calls and emails of concern, I am certain the knowledge of your devotion is what held me back from taking the final step into the next world.

So anyway, I was able to prop myself up long enough to see the Superbowl commercials and I've gotta tell ya, overall I was pretty disappointed. I mean, some of the Bud Light ones were cute and who the hell knew Sierra Mist was so popular? Now the one with Kevin Federline as the fry cook, that was funny...in that such-a-short-step-from-reality-it'll-be-in-Star-magazine-next-week kinda way. I'll tell you though, I bet he got paid pret-ty well for that 30 seconds and someone in that family's gotta have a job. Ol' Britney's bloated ass ain't doin nothin' but eatin' french fries and passin' out at parties. It's a sad, sad day when Kevin Federline is the responsible bread-winner in the family. You know in Hollywood, it's fake it til you make it, and at this point who can tell the damn difference!

The half-time show...what the hell? I mean, Prince?! He is Prince again isn't he. I mean he was still dancin' around on that symbol thingy, but I bet he got tired of not being able to identify himself on the phone just went back to Prince. Whatever, I mean he sounded alright and he might have even been actually singing at some point, but he's just really lost his mystique you know? All the sudden he's showin up to award shows and writing songs for movies and my god the Superbowl, can you get any more mainstream than that? I can't say as he'd have been my first choice to entertain a bunch of drunk meatheads devoted to watching men tackle eachother for a living, but maybe pickins were slim this year. You gotta hand it to him though, it was pouring buckets through his whole show and nobody even slipped! You know my ass woulda been busted up if I'd been runnin around in heels on a slick stage.

Regardless of how it ended (and I am quite pleased that cutie patutie Peyton Manning got his little Superbowl ring), y'all know I look forward to the Superbowl with earnest excitement because as the confetti showers the field, I see the return of my weekends for the next 7 months! I get my Sweetpotato's undivided attention and don't have to spend every Sunday listening to the armchair quarterbacks on ESPN and in my livingroom argue over cry-baby millionaires who can't seem to act right.

Praise the lord, the football season is O-V-E-R!!