If I recall correctly, there’s some kind of big football game happening today and I am fully prepared to become a widow from approximately 6:00 pm until God knows when.
I intend to do something more fun than watching football, like plunging a toilet or scraping the scum off our shower doors.
However, I will instruct Nate to TiVo the game so that later, I can fast forward through all the football crap and watch the commercials.
We got TiVo in the first place so as not to watch any commercials at all.
The irony is not lost on me. In fact, it’s found all over me. I’m suffocating under it.
I won’t be linking any prior football related posts for this edition of Sunday Regurgitation, for the simple reason that I haven’t written any because I dislike football much like I dislike ingrown hairs and hernias.
But I can’t just leave my blog empty because an empty blog is a sad blog and I’m all about the happy, people!
C’mon everyone, get happy!
This will make you happy … one of my favorite Superbowl commercials from the past.
I think one of the reason I love this commercial so much is that it reminds me of the machine shop office in which I worked as a secretary, twenty some years ago. My boss doled out positive reinforcement like this on a daily basis.
If Terry Tate were white, fat, female, wearing orthopedic shoes and sporting a mustache, he’d be Joan, otherwise known as Grotesque Resentful Bag Lady Who Smelled Like Stink and Ate Small Animals When No One Was Looking.