Yesterday, I felt it was safe to say that I wasn't going to be watching the Super Bowl.
I never do. So I was pretty sure I would miss it again this year.
It's funny how our words come back to haunt us.
My son figured out how to live stream it on our computer and I sat down and watched part of it with him. I missed all the famous Super Bowl commercials. But that's fine with me. You can see them all the next day on youtube.
My son played a bit of football when he was in high school and I rather enjoyed watching it with him.
Anyway, I believe in being honest. And after knocking the Super Bowl yesterday, I felt I should come clean.
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You don't have to do that. We'll spending time with your son is a heck of a lot more important, anyway.
That's the way I look at it.
He's going to be moving out again, moving into his sister's apartment to help her with rent when her roommate moves out at the end of the semester.
My time with him is precious.
The Super Bowl hoopla is interestin but not precious.
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