It’s Super Bowl Sunday! Time to pretend to be a sports fan, pick your team based off which colors look best on you (I’m an orange girl myself – go Broncos!), and attempt to avoid OD’ing on seven-layer dip and every other ridiculously appetizing appetizer put front of you.
Although it’s not technically a national holiday, in the U.S. it practically is. Which to me means drinks are a.ok – touchdown! – but keg stands likely not.
I say enjoy the “worth it” items by having a taste, not a platter, and remember that whatever you indulge in, you’ll have to work off – unless, of course, you want to look like a large pepperoni pizza tomorrow. And as we all know, Mondays are hard enough as is.
I’m aiming to distract myself with each 30-second, $4-million dollar commercial, and Queen B’s halftime show – she may be “drunk in love” but clearly doesn’t get the munchies from it.
So with that, let’s make a “bet” that I can get through this year without the nachos, and even if I “fumble” a little bit (see what I did there?) it won’t be nearly as bad as Super Bowls usually are.
And remember: “Winners never quit, and quitters never win!”. Thanks Mr. Vince Lombardi (yes I had to Google this…).