Last night The Hater and I were invited to Unequovical Prowess' house for supper and the Super Bowl. She made some fabulous taco soup with turkey meat. She made some chili, too, but it was too hot for me; The Hater said it was great. She had chips and salsa and guac- and a fridge of beer -- it was good times! Oh, and she made a homemade cheesecake, too, which was also yummy. She's such a little Martha Stewart.
We ate and watched the game -- but I had taken a benadryl before I left home -- and promptly fell asleep before half-time. She said it was okay because I had warned her earlier... but you know how great it is to get a tasty full tummy and want to sleep? I zonked. During the fourth quarter I ended up just going to the back room and sleeping there.
After the game The Hater brought me home. I fell asleep in the car during the ten minute drive back to our apartment. Then I came home and fell asleep in the bed.... and slept all night long. This morning The Hater reminded me that Peyton's team didn't play - and that the Seahawks were only winners in their mamma's eyes.
Today I'm thankful for antihistamines that keep you from itching -- and friends who don't mind when you fall asleep at their house -- and for Peyton Manning being the greatest QB ever -- and always for my husband, who directs me to bed every night after I fall asleep on the couch.
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