Today is Super Bowl Sunday. I must confess that I am one of the few people in this world for whom this day means nothing. I am not a football fan and until recently, I didn't even know who was playing in the Super Bowl. Thankfully, I am married to a man who is equally uninterested in football. The only sports I care about are gymnastics and figure skating and those are not often shown on TV. Meanwhile, golf has its own channel. Where's the justice?Anyway, I am spending this weekend in Castroville (just outside San Antonio) with Dear Husband and my dad, who has retired here. We drove up yesterday afternoon and will be leaving today. Usually, we come up Friday night and stay until Sunday, but Dear Husband worked late on Friday so we came up on Saturday. Last night, we went to see Agatha Christie's Appointment with Death at a local dinner theatre that we have been to several times. I LOVE mysteries, a trait I picked up from both my parents who also love them. It was a great play.
After the play, we returned to my dad's house where we had cake and ice cream, an early celebration of my birthday, which is tomorrow. It was a great weekend, although MUCH too short. We're heading home late this afternoon after we have some Bill Miller's BBQ and hang out with my dad's cousins who live right down the road.
Happy Super Bowl Sunday everyone. Hope your favorite team scores a run or a goal or whatever.