Back From the Not-Dead but Slightly Missing
It's amazing what a little illness will do to your week, isn't it? I wasn't even that ill -- just a cold, I think -- although last week there that was that day when I woke up late, ate breakfast, had a nap, woke up and ate lunch, had a nap, woke up and had a snack, had a nap, woke up and had dinner (Sam had, by that point, gone to Boston Market; I didn't, apparently, appear to be somebody who could cook dinner), went to bed early, slept all night, woke up late.
I gather I needed rest.
But I'm well now, and the Steelers are still in the playoffs, and Blogfest 5 is on tonight, and it's snowing but only a little bit -- cute, you know, not dangerous -- and I'm home with reading to do, and life is pretty much Not Bad.
We've got big plans for the Sunday game -- friends coming over for the game. This is extremely exciting to me, because it gives me an excuse to make Football Game Food. Cheese balls! Yes! Like you can have those any old day. No. Because they are Not Healthy.
No, cheese balls are just plain ol' delicious and fun. And it's an excellent thing, to have an excuse to eat them, whilst getting no exercise oneself except for the screaming. We'll be eating vast amounts of calories, in solidarity with those guys running all around and hanging off The Bus.
Of course, there are also the Steelers thumbprints we buy at the Giant Eagle. We bought Steelers ice cream too, this week. The child and I think these products are killingly hilarious. Especially the ice cream -- it's not even really black and gold; being made of chocolate and peanut butter, it's brown and beige. There's no real reason for these products, you know. The Steelers can't see us eating them, in solidarity with the team. The Steelers don't get any money from these products. Hell, the neighbors can't even see us eating them -- we're in the house, and it's snowing; we're not going to go eat ice cream on the front porch.
Nope. No real reason AT ALL to buy or consume Steelers thumbprints and Steelers ice cream. It's all about being the people making the products -- hey! a chance to sell more thumbprints and ice cream!
So the child and I eat this stuff, and laugh and laugh.
As do, I suppose, the thumbprint bakers and the ice cream mavens.
I gather I needed rest.
But I'm well now, and the Steelers are still in the playoffs, and Blogfest 5 is on tonight, and it's snowing but only a little bit -- cute, you know, not dangerous -- and I'm home with reading to do, and life is pretty much Not Bad.
We've got big plans for the Sunday game -- friends coming over for the game. This is extremely exciting to me, because it gives me an excuse to make Football Game Food. Cheese balls! Yes! Like you can have those any old day. No. Because they are Not Healthy.
No, cheese balls are just plain ol' delicious and fun. And it's an excellent thing, to have an excuse to eat them, whilst getting no exercise oneself except for the screaming. We'll be eating vast amounts of calories, in solidarity with those guys running all around and hanging off The Bus.
Of course, there are also the Steelers thumbprints we buy at the Giant Eagle. We bought Steelers ice cream too, this week. The child and I think these products are killingly hilarious. Especially the ice cream -- it's not even really black and gold; being made of chocolate and peanut butter, it's brown and beige. There's no real reason for these products, you know. The Steelers can't see us eating them, in solidarity with the team. The Steelers don't get any money from these products. Hell, the neighbors can't even see us eating them -- we're in the house, and it's snowing; we're not going to go eat ice cream on the front porch.
Nope. No real reason AT ALL to buy or consume Steelers thumbprints and Steelers ice cream. It's all about being the people making the products -- hey! a chance to sell more thumbprints and ice cream!
So the child and I eat this stuff, and laugh and laugh.
As do, I suppose, the thumbprint bakers and the ice cream mavens.
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