Artichoke dip and the missing pants

I completely forgot to blog last night.

I dropped my husband off at the airport yesterday morning.  He’ll be out of town for a week.  That means that I begin a series of complicate drop-offs and pick-ups.  Four kids who have two jobs and three schools and various activities but no driver’s licenses require this of me.

After returning home from the airport, I began Superbowl preparations.  We had three different dips (is there any better excuse to make artichoke dip than a Superbowl game?) and donuts and chili.  The funny thing is that no one watched a second of the game other than my daughter and me.  I slept through the second quarter and she abandoned me before halftime.

None of the boys care about football at all.

Truthfully, I don’t care much, either.  (Shhh.)

But can we just talk about Lady Gaga?  Wow!  That was some amazing rendition of the National Anthem.

And can we talk about Beyonce’?  Why doesn’t she have any pants?  Maybe we can start a GoFund me account so she can buy some pants!  (Were they all stolen?)

I have to go.

See you later, alligator.