As I nestled in bed last night, I floated off to sleep with one happy thought in my mind . . . . I have a boyfriend again. That evil *itch, football, has finally relinquished her control.
However, when I awoke I realized that all was not well. For one, I don’t have a boyfriend, I have a fiance. That is such a funny word. You know what is also a funny word – esposa. It is Spanish for both wife and handcuff. A fun fact that I occasionally remind Ryan of. To be fair, on our first date he told me that he had a Free Bird tattoo to remind him to never be tied down.
Back to the point. The other problem was that Ryan came home from man-weekend and turned on . . . football. What??? I thought with the Packers out, we would do other things on Sunday, like anything, other than watching football. I mean Fantasty Football is even over (I think, I honestly I don’t know – I often find it better not to ask about football related items, because it is mistaken for actual interest and well, that never ends well). This part I can survive, we will eventually get to the end of the football season. I am just un-fianced (as opposed to un-boyfriended) for a little while longer.
But this brings me to a bigger problem – what to do with my blog. It is in fact entitled tuesdaynightboyfriend and centers around cooking food for football games. I no longer have a boyfriend and soon there will be no more football games. What is a girl to do? More importantly, what is Murphy to do?
I suppose we will continue to blog – mostly about food and Murphy (and all the questionable things Ryan says, he is a man after all). Hopefully you will continue to read.