In which I talk about the Superbowl...

I know what you're thinking. Cuz I can, like, totes read minds. Just like this girl.



You're thinking that I don't seem like the kind of person to talk about football. And you'd be right. I am not going to talk about football, because I know nothing about it. Honestly, I couldn't tell you what a fourth down is if my life depended on it. But I do like other things about the Superbowl. The snacks, for one. I will be making Velveeta dip with chips, cheesy breadsticks and sweet potato fries. My mouth is watering just thinking about it right now. I also love the commercials. Like this one:



Oh yes, please. What was I talking about? Right, the Superbowl.

I also like the flailing of hands. Like this:



There are a lot of things I like about the Superbowl. But it's not the football. Of course, I'll be rooting for the New England Patriots. Maine is Pats country and to say anything different would be like insulting LL Bean or Carharts. You just don't go there. So even if I don't know what the hell is going on, or who any of the players besides Tom Brady, Eli Manning or that guy who broke his foot, I'll be watching. And failing my hands every time the Pats score.