So Middle-Aged Women are Baring All for Football

Okay, so if you've been following me for a while, then you know that I live in Kansas City. I don't know if you heard or not, but the Kansas City Chiefs (our football team for the unsporty folks like myself) are going to the Super Bowl for the first time in like 1,000 years or something.

Because it's been 1,000 years since we've been, our city is losing its damn mind. Everywhere you go has Chiefs' paraphernalia for purchase. Every. Where. The usual places like sporting goods stores, but also drug stores, grocery stores, and yesterday I saw some dude on a corner selling stuff out of the trunk of his car. Flags are flying on houses, businesses, and cars. Everywhere you go someone asks, "How 'bout them Chiefs?" and you're supposed to nod along and say, "Yup. How 'bout 'em?"

Gomer Hates GoDaddy

Did you watch the Super Bowl Sunday night? Usually the Hubs and I watch the game together. Not because we're big football fans, but because we enjoy the commercials. This year I got a pass, because Gomer was finally old enough to stay up and do some father/son bonding with the Hubs. I sent them to the basement and I curled up with a book. Bliss!

The next day I asked Gomer if he had a favorite commercial. Instead of telling me which one he loved, he told me which one he hated.

"GoDaddy. Yuck," he said. (If you haven't seen it, watch below.)

"Yuck?" I asked. "Why?"

"There was a beauty and a brains and they were eating each other's faces. It was gross!"

"Beauty and brains?"

"Yeah, there was a pretty girl who was the beauty. And then this other guy . . . who was . . . uh . . . he was all red and splotchy. They were trying to eat each other."

"Ewww," I said.

"I know! And their tongues! Mom, they almost touched."

May he never grow up.