Best Superbowl Sunday Ever!

It’s no secret that I am not a fan of watching sporting events. Naturally, when the Superbowl arrives, I avoid at all costs. El husbando and HJ understand this, so they don’t even bother asking me if I want to watch it…or cook/clean for a bunch of yay-hoos who do enjoy the event. Ha!

Sunday morning started with a bonehead move on Mom’s part and required some MacGyver-esque shit to get it done. Turns out that we have an amazing vacuum attachment to clean the lint from under the dryer vent…so my boneheaded “let’s get this lint out of here/oh shit, I dropped something down there” move could’ve been avoided. But, I’m sure it provided ample entertainment for Bub to tell the story later (especially because I’m always picking on him). Pickle got to help with the MacGyver action, so she thought that was pretty cool. The good news is that it was a fairly quick fix, so Bub had time to get out before the game started.

A few minutes later, Pickle decided to pee her britches. I swear, this “I don’t give a shit” phase might make all of my hair fall out. Anyway…I threw her in the bathtub and asked if she wanted to go to the zoo. She was soooo excited – I had to hear “I want to see the polar bearsh” at least a dozen times before we got there. Turns out, there were only two other families that thought the zoo was a better alternative to the Superbowl. We had the joint to ourselves.

Typical zoo highlights:

• The “polar bearsh” were asleep both times we walked through. The second time Pickle told me to “shush” because the daddy and mommy were sleeping. 
• However, the wolves and the tigers were out and about, so that was pretty exciting. One of the tigers was pushing his ball around and making a lot of racket, which was getting the wolves attention…I was kind of hoping we’d see some growling action. Pickle is starting the question phase…”where is that mommy wolf going?” “why is the other tiger sleeping?”… I had some pretty lame answers, that mostly had to do with naps.
• Pickle had a five-minute glaring contest with a yak, during which, I repeatedly sang "yakity, yak...don't talk back" to her. Of course she ignored me...she was mentally conveying to the yak. Coincidentally, via Instagram, I discovered that the little yak bastard likes to charge people. 
• On the way to the second polar bear viewing, Pickle insisted I carry her…all 33# and 39” of her. After the viewing and the shushing, she laid her head on my shoulder and you guessed it…passed out. SCORE for Mommy.

She spent the afternoon sleeping and I was able to watch the Law & Order SVU marathon…because I could and it was glorious. At some point, el husbando texted and said I won my work half-time pool…like I know what that means? Turns out, I won $125…and I didn’t have to watch one second of football. Come to think of it...I remember is waking up last year on Monday morning with $300 in my sports bra. Apparently this "square" thing is a lucrative endeavor for me. Hahaha.

Seriously…the best Superbowl Sunday ever! 

PS: apparently a MacGyer movie is coming our way - say what!?!