Superbowl Sunday

This.

This is a picture of a woman who is more interested in her shoes, Instagram, pizza, life-changing cookie dough dip, and the tree down on the corner than she is the Superbowl.

Sorry for all you die hard fans but...to put it lightly...I could care less.

Here are the reasons I even go to Superbowl parties:

1) Food.  Unhealthy, greasy, fattening, delicious food, that I will regret the morning after.  But I eat it anyways.

2) Fun.  Your friends are there. Your there.  Board games are there if you get bored with the actual football game (which I did after the first 5 seconds...Forgive me.)

3) It's tradition.  Ok in my house it was not always tradition but has recently become a tradition where the family gets together, makes pizza and meatloaf, and laughs at the half time shows and tacky commercials.  Don't let that fool you...it's a real bonding experience.


So you see, I just couldn't miss out.

I even made brownies.

Knock-you-naked brownies...as invented by the pioneer woman, but I managed to give them my own little twist by adding cayenne and salt.

I think I added too much cayenne and salt because my friend Hayden said "these are like taking shots!"

I'm not sure what kind of shots he was referring to when he said that but, I took it that he meant they were very strong.  And if that's the case I did my job right. Amen.


Peace, Love, & I hope you all had a memorable time on Superbowl Sunday.

Sweet T