Actually, it’s probably going to be an ExtraMostBestest Pizza. And I hope it’s the Rams because screw the Patriots, Tom Brady, and his deflated balls.
The weather has turned extremely cold here; this morning it was a balmy seven degrees above. Thankfully, it isn’t terribly windy so we don’t have to deal with the wind chill; the cold is bad enough. Yesterday, I almost froze by the doors, thanks to the bitter wind that kept rushing through the entrance. It didn’t help that I didn’t have my heavy flannel shirt with me, as it keeps the cold at bay. A long sleeved tee shirt under a polo shirt just didn’t cut it.
As you can see, the Super Bowl has been set. It’s the Patriots and the Rams. I’m not fond of either team but I do hope that the Rams pull it off, since I’m sick of the Patriots. This is why I wasn’t too upset about the Packers shitty season; the last thing I want is Green Bay to end up like New England with the dreaded ‘those assholes again’ syndrome.
My mother-in-law gave me a nice, warm, fluffy comforter not too long ago. It’s been getting a lot of use lately. For obvious reasons.