It's getting to be that time of year again.
That special time when sports-a-phobic women like me head for the hills and hide in the kitchen or bedrooms while overly testosteroney males sit in front of 50+ inch televisions and yell for their team of spandex-clad men grunting and grabbing for a slippery ball.
Since I am neither a fan of football or hollering males, I shall take this time to do something productive like mastering the art of the jell-o mold or changing the sheets on our bed, or, dare I say it? Lying in bed watching chick flicks and eating bon bons.
The menfolk have it right - Super Bowl Day ROCKS!
Now pass the chocolate truffles, Soft Batch Cookies and flannel pajama bottoms.