Football marital problems

Super Bowl Sunday is the best day of the year. Unrelated: I hate football.

I love the Super Bowl. Not because I love football, or even because I can tolerate watching five minutes of it, but because it means the NFL season is OVER. Sunday at approximately 6:30 p.m., I get my husband back, after six months of living with a sports entranced zombie-like replacement. The Super Bowl is…
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