. . . as fun as it could have been because the Broncos
apparently sent in their high school back up squad!
Gonna warn HfH that he shouldn’t read this post if he’s
still a bit raw from yesterday. I love you honey, but this was too good not to post!
For the first time in the Runamuk Manor, we hosted a Super Bowl party.
We had a great
time with our family and friends, and we had such high hopes for our Broncos.
But, here’s what we learned when you host a
Super Bowl party in the City of the team that you beat to get to that Super
If you order a cake from your friend who has a
Charger bolt on her car and who wears her keys around her neck on a Chargers
lanyard, THIS is how she will hex your cake:
|Marianne, as always, made a fabulous cake, but as you can see, SHE HEXED OUR ENDZONE with a Charger Bolt!!!|
If you invite your aunt whose daughter lives in
Seattle, THIS is how she will hex your dinner:
|You can't really tell because the pasta also looks like phallic symbols, but that is a HUGE bowl of SEATTLE SPACE NEEDLES, on our counter, for our guests!!!|
If you invite your neighbor who you thought was
a Broncos fan, you will find out that she is a Broncos fan . . . UNLESS it is Seattle in the Super Bowl (because she is a huge
USC fan and therefore needed to root for Pete Carroll and the Seahawks), and then she will hex you by bringing over a plate of chocolate chip cookies on SEAHAWKS
PLATES. Forgot to take pictures of this one!
If before the ink dries on your Squares game,
you hear “who’s got Seahawks 2, Broncos 0”, you really should call the cops and
have the place cleared out so your husband can watch the game in the sanctity
of his bedroom where he can mourn alone!!
(You need to call the cops so as to make it look like the neighbors did
it to you and you wanted people to stay, but the cops made them leave). J
Husband from Heaven was such a great sport last night and he
threw one hell of a great party (amazing food and fun atmosphere in our backyard). While we and our guests enjoyed ourselves, the guests of honor blew it!! L
There's always next season . . . .