Happy Super Bowl Sunday!
The one day of the year where I eat a half pound of a processed cheese product with salsa mixed in along with a bag of Tostitos and feel no guilt.
Poor Cooper, his team did not make it to the big game and I don't have the heart to tell him. Luckily for us he's color blind so maybe he won't notice, however, there is no number 18 on either team playing today, and he is a very smart dog.
(So honestly, who do you feel more sorry for, a dog whose person dresses him up, or the person who feels the need to dress her dog?)
This is one of my favorite days of the year, followed by the saddest day of the year, where I start counting the days until it all starts again. I have a friend whose 3 year old son really got into the Christmas spirit this year, and when his mom told him it was time to take down the Christmas tree, with tears in his eyes he said, "but why, and when can we get another one?" That's how I feel about football.
Since I "don't have a dog in the race" I'm routing for a close and exciting game.
I hope you have a Super Sunday too!