Tonight I had to do a bunch of errands to get ready for Linda's bridal shower and our Superbowl. I was stocking up on frozen goods at Costco for a true Superbowl party. You know, good old junk food sprawled on the coffee table with the football game on. I imagine a Bud Light packed fridge with a glowing halo when it opens and men huddled around the TV rooting for the Niners. The only thing is that I don't drink Bud Light so the fridge will be packed with IPAs and champagne. I have plenty of junk food to give the whole party a coronary heart attack.
By the time I was leaving Costco, I was starving so I grabbed one of their pre-made dinners to shove in the oven.