Yes, it’s still morning.
Man, that came fast.
My mind is all over the place, making it difficult to focus on any one topic for a blog.
All over the place and yet nowhere, I might add.
Wow, my bed is mighty comfy this morning. How’d it get to be 10 o’clock already?!
How ’bout that Super Bowl? Go Broncos!
Yeah, the game was pretty lame, hardly a season-earned Battle of the Best.
Not even the commercials could save it this year.
But at least the Pats weren’t in it.
I hope Peyton retires. Goes out on top.
There are plenty of professional opportunities for a guy with his experience that don’t involve suiting up and getting slammed. Don’t pull a Favre.
I love my new mattress. It was kind of spendy, so I’m glad I like it. I could stay here for days. Today might be one of them.
It’s simple math, really. At 8 hours a night, it would take 150 nights for the breakdown.
I could spend 16 hours in it and feel confident about my investment in only 75 days.
It’s too early for math.
I am still full from yesterday’s Super Spread.
Speaking of math, I’m pretty sure I’m a Super Bowl baby.
Who let the cat in?
I had a dream that I lost my shoes. Left them at the restaurant. Sandals. We were on vacation and if we’d have walked back to the hotel surely I would have noticed, but we’d gotten a ride. They had a large stash of shoes. All familiar, although none my size.
But seriously, the commercials sucked. We played Commercial Bingo and in four quarters of play and approximately eight hours of Super Bowl, I didn’t mark the PIZZA square. Where was the sex? The beer? The hilarity? The pizza! Okay the baby Doritos commercial brought forth an oh-my smile. And I enjoyed the Kung Fu Panda riff on other commercials (Hello, Ladies, lol), but other than that… Lame.
What’s up with shoe dreams? Psychologically speaking, I mean.
If I get out of bed I will have to clean my house. After a weekend with BB and then the big game, there is much to address.
Man this bed is comfy.
Oh! And I still have to blog.
What ever will I blog about?!