I've been told it's Football Christmas. Today is the first Sunday of NFL football. Which, as I'm sure you all know means ... well, not a whole lot in my house. Other than the fact I've spent my last Sunday with Stoney until February. We've bid our farewells ... and I've tearfully told him I'll wait for him. Okay, okay ... no tears ... but lots of hugs and kisses.
Stoney's spent this momentous day making homemade chili and preparing for the guys to come over and watch the Cowboys. I've spent the day getting over an ear infection, doing laundry, doing a little light cleaning, and watching bad movies. Not fun bad movies ... movies that are just plain bad.
Luckily, one of my favorites just started ... The Shining. What an amazing, disturbing film ... Jack Nicholson and Shelly Duvall. I'd love to sit here and watch the whole thing ... but Breaking Bad comes on at eight.
So ... it's been a quiet day. My first day as a football widow ...only 3,486 hours until February!
Just like the ones I used to know
Where the tree tops glisten
And children listen
To hear sleigh bells in the snow
Big Crosby - White Christmas