The husband and I attended a fabulous Super Bowl party. Great food and great friends. Plus, the team we were cheering for actually won. (It wasn't our local team but the next best thing.)
At one point I caught myself with a plate of incredible food, surrounded by people having a wonderful time and I felt guilty for my laughter.
Ah, the stages of grief.
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Go Giants!
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