Well, the Good News Is...

I Survived the Superbowl. I managed to escape unscathed as my fiance's intent Superbowl watching face was trained on the television and I remained quiet and unassuming in order that my loud Lady-noises wouldn't interfere with all the bets he needed to place during the game. I also brought him food. I was vindicated when I received this praise/advice from Ms. Tocro:

"Good girl. You will successfully snare him with your submission. He is now trapped by his desire to control you. Be quiet and have his angry babies."

In other news, apparently the Superbowl is now won through cheap shots and all out beatings as evidenced by the late in the game personal foul involving Harrison who took it 'pon himself to punch, HOLD DOWN and then push down to the ground one of the Cardinals during an offensive play. Oh, and then there was the blatant holding in the end-zone resulting in a Safety (2 points for the Cardinals, ladies). Although, it could be argued that 90+ yards in penalties the Cards lost in the first half may have been a contributing factor to the tone of play.

But you didn't hear me say any of that.
At all.
As I sat quietly and demurely next to my ever-lovin', gamblin' man.