If my husband was to deploy, I think football season was the best time of the year. I would become the sole owner of the remote control on Thursday night, all day/night Saturday and all day/night Sunday. No audible screaming or cursing at the television would occur. A blissful existence.
My confession? I ended up putting football on the tube just for the background noise. I even paid attention to the progress of my husband's team while he was away. If confronted with this confession by my husband, I will deny, deny, deny....
The Superbowl is next Sunday. My husband's team will be playing. Can I please come spend the night with one of you next Sunday?
