Al's Morning Blog 02/09/24

Yes, it is a super Sunday. The parties will formulate early, some at high noon. Alcohol as well as non A will flow freely. People at parties will stand in front of you, oblivious to the fact you are trying to watch a game while they blather about something not remotely connected to sports. Dips and chips and some really good (and bad() food will find its way to your gastric tunnels.  You will curse the fact that the woman who chatters incessantly about Taylor Swifts on camera shots are (OMG) beautiful, she is also the one who won three squares in a row to capture 75 percent of the big money with one quarter still to go. (Your numbers are 5 and 8.) Yes, and to top it off, your team lost, the commercials sucked, and you can't leave because your car is blocked by three others. I'll be on the couch petting the Siamese, while my better half sits across the room petting the Aussie while understanding and watching the game. We'll be finishing a pizza I picked up at noon and the car is already in the garage, comfortably parked. Life is good, again.