In case you were worried sick, I sat through that entire Super Bowl. I was particularly interested in the fact that there were people whose job titles are offensive coordinator and defensive coordinator.
"What do you do?"
"What's it to you? Leave me alone! I have to get all this stuff together. GEEZ."
"Oh. You must be the defensive coordinator."
Also, I saw those orange carrot-stick-looking things again on the sides of the field. Did you? No one must have had to go pee, because I didn't see anyone using them to head back to the bathroom this time.
Marvin was obsessed that that one football player had such a long name–Rothlessbergerstein or whatever. Names obsess Marvin.
Plus also too, the company I used to work for had an ad during the Super Bowl and it was funny! Go former company!
In other news, you know how I keep losing weight with the migraine drug I am on? How many times have I mentioned it now? How much do you want to throttle my skinny arse? Well, anyway, I am SO THIN, so SUPER SUPER SKINNY, that I finally had to go out and buy a belt. I do not know why it didn't occur to me to buy a belt before this moment but it honestly didn't.
And you know what else? It really held my pants up, too!
Finally, I have a website for you to go to that is crucial. Plus it contains a photo of Lionel Richie. You go on there, and it'll tell you what the number one song was the day you were born. Mine was Satisfaction by the Rolling Stones, which you have to admit is good. Marvin's is Good Vibrations by the Beach Boys. Go on there and report back to me.