Birthdays, Bowls, and Bro's

 The Superbowl is on my birthday this year (NOT the other way around). This happened about 6 years ago, and it was not fun....at all.  You may think merging a Superbowl party with a birthday party sounds like LOADS of fun...but when you don't give a lick about pro football (or any other kind, really)....even the way-too-expensive commercials aren't really a band aid for being upstaged by Bill Bellagio (closeenough) and co.  Feeling sorely disappointed, I prepared myself for another birthday eclipsed by talking babies and Janet Jackson's Tom Brady's pecks....I was resigned to blow out the candles on my football shaped cookie cake alone, while everyone else was screaming at the TV and devouring pigs-n-a-blanket.  In my head, it's very dramatic and pensive.  A lot of brooding and sighs going on.   

Then--I remembered!  I'm marrying a REALLY NICE GUY!  So I asked him if we could make Superbowl Sunday, SuperBIRTHDAY SUNDAY!  He said yes :-)  I double checked with the Michael-boy (the only Pats fan in our house, I guess) who explained that all he knew about football is that there are 5 yard penalties and that a touchdown was when you ran to the other side of the stadium to score a home run (sounds about right to me).  He said he wouldn't mind a BIT if we skipped it.  So I'll be cheering with my favorite guys at the new attraction Disney is offering.  Hoping to see some good ones.  Grow, boys, grow! 

In the mean time....I'll leave you with a song.  Dedicated to my big bro; he's my musicmuse...and my good buddy, too :).  Take it away....