And it certainly didn't help that someone let me sleep in late. Someone who is supposed to be making cookies right now except he woke up with a mysterious stomachache, which I think is his way of saying "I don't know how to work the oven."
Well, let's get down to it. Despite my sleeping in and missing the morning games, the Husband did talk me into placing a bet on those starting in the afternoon. So, I asked him to tell me who was playing and as soon as he said "Cowboys and Bengals," I immediately stood up and shouted "COWBOYS BY A HUNDRED, MOTHERFUCKER!"
I didn't actually say "motherfucker," but I wanted to. I like the F word, but the Husband doesn't think it's "ladylike." Fuck. That.
Let's end this already. I took the Patriots to win and the Cowboys to win by sixteen. And if I don't win this week, the Husband says I'm cut off.
Edited after the games to add: I've been cut off.