Football season has officially begun. I know this because my DVR is currently being held hostage by my husband. Not because he's recording the game or anything. He just likes watching football in the bedroom where my DVR is. It's unclear why football viewing in the bedroom is preferable. I tend to think it's related to my 420 thread count sheets and divine pillowtop mattress. But I think he also likes to say the screen is bigger in there.
Indianapolis is playing. Which is fine. Whatever. I like Peyton Manning. I especially like when they show clips from when he hosted Saturday Night Live. Him coaching the little kids is my favorite. But I'm sort of over Peyton Manning. I think it has a lot to do with the fact that I sat through the Super Bowl again this past weekend. The NFL channel was kind enough to replay that for our viewing pleasure. Or at least, my husband's viewing pleasure anyway. I mostly talked right through it and blocked his view of the screen. At least it included Prince's halftime show. I only wish there had been a halftime show during the Ultimate Fighting Champtionship (UFC) fight we watched last night. And the night before that was some reality show about minor league scrub UFC fighting. Dudes were competing in some tent thrown up at one of those Home Depot parking lot carnivals. I swear one of the guys was getting his hand taped up next to a snow cone stand. And he was talking about himself in the third person. And wearing a cape. Insane.
Wait. My husband just came and hugged me and thanked me for being so understanding about relinquishing the television. Now he's taking the dogs outside. Halftime! Has to be. That remote is mine.