The bad news? No more football for six months. (not counting the draft...and that really doesn't count)
The good news? My email inbox will quit getting deluged with Pizza Hut adverts.
The day after the Super Bowl has always been the saddest day of the year for me. Now, as I grow older, I care less and less about all sports, but I still enjoy football...although one has to be a bit of a masochist to remain a Cowboys fan. -sigh- I care nothing about basketball and even less (if possible) about hockey and the only reason I like seeing baseball in the news is that it means spring is here.
I get one, sometimes two, Pizza Hut mailings every week. I don't eat a lot of pizza, but I signed up so I can order online and take advantage of the deals offered only to members. This week, though, I was getting two, sometimes three separate promotional emails every day. Enough already! I think being a pizza delivery person would be one of the worst jobs, particularly on Super Bowl Sunday.
Well, except for working for Roto-Rooter on the day after Thanksgiving.
I'm also glad that my recipe newsletters will focus on something else besides party dips and especially chicken wing recipes. I never made any of them, but I read so many I started sprouting pinfeathers. Every time I've ever seen wings on the buffet, the "drumettes" were gone by the time I got to them. I finally figured out the best way to eat the "arm" part of the wing; pinch off the end with the bit of cartilage and pull the two tiny bones out and then you can eat the entire thing!
The good news? My email inbox will quit getting deluged with Pizza Hut adverts.
The day after the Super Bowl has always been the saddest day of the year for me. Now, as I grow older, I care less and less about all sports, but I still enjoy football...although one has to be a bit of a masochist to remain a Cowboys fan. -sigh- I care nothing about basketball and even less (if possible) about hockey and the only reason I like seeing baseball in the news is that it means spring is here.
I get one, sometimes two, Pizza Hut mailings every week. I don't eat a lot of pizza, but I signed up so I can order online and take advantage of the deals offered only to members. This week, though, I was getting two, sometimes three separate promotional emails every day. Enough already! I think being a pizza delivery person would be one of the worst jobs, particularly on Super Bowl Sunday.
Well, except for working for Roto-Rooter on the day after Thanksgiving.
I'm also glad that my recipe newsletters will focus on something else besides party dips and especially chicken wing recipes. I never made any of them, but I read so many I started sprouting pinfeathers. Every time I've ever seen wings on the buffet, the "drumettes" were gone by the time I got to them. I finally figured out the best way to eat the "arm" part of the wing; pinch off the end with the bit of cartilage and pull the two tiny bones out and then you can eat the entire thing!
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