It will probably come as no surprise that it
would be difficult to hawk up an event that I’d find less interesting than the
Super Bowl. Outside of anything to do with NASCAR racing, I mean. I recognize
that it’s a big deal to a lot of people but all it signifies to me is that it’s
the one Sunday afternoon in the year when you can do your grocery shopping
without having to deal with long checkout lines.
But apparently—in addition to the Puppy Bowl—there’s
another counter-event known as the Superb Owls, which I never knew about until I
saw this tweet on Sunday:
Myrna Tellingheusen’s profile indicates she’s a
woman of substance, retired from a place where I once also toiled.
I love that she lives in mobile home park
called Dead Cow Estates.
I’ll give you a couple more of her Sunday
tweets. This one brought memories of really nasty aspics served at my mother’s
Women’s Club events:
And I consider this the last word on the
half-time entertainment:
