It is funny how my husband is adjusting without football. This year his team seems to be better, last weekend he FaceTimed his brother and they watched the game together, his 75 inches of Samsung producing a great day of victory. At halftime I told him I needed his body in the kitchen, no you are going to get lucky, just help me stir a batch of peanut butter fudge. Think he was happier with the fudge than getting drained.
He is enjoying baseball, yes his Cubbies lost out but always next year. So until the World Series ends I am now both a baseball and football widow. Might give him a lap dance one night with just a garter belt and bra during the 7th inning. If he doesn’t pay attention then he might be a lost cause.
Played golf last Sunday at a Par 3 course. All holes are par 3’s except for 1, all greens the same size, no sand or water and fairways straight, one set of tees. For me a confidence builder as I made several pars, for him a bit boring. Did try to make it interesting with my bright colored yoga pants and no bra. ?⚡️???.
Did get the dreaded fruitcake made, now in it’s tin, soaking in rum with an apple in the middle, awaiting for me to unleash it upon the world Christmas Eve. FaceTimed my daughter and talked about Christmas, well maybe that was a mistake. Asked my granddaughter what she wanted and well ??? A skateboard, a tablet, a new backpack and a bra. Houston we have a problem with a bra for a 6 year old as I need to talk to mom in great detail on this one. Where to kids of today come up with this?
More football this weekend, going to make hubby dig out the tree, put lights on it. Maybe make some chocolate fudge. Let him burn his eyeballs out between baseball and football. At least I have him home when I can catch his attention between games.