super...emotional

the only thing i want to say today is that, for me, the highlight of yesterday's Super Bowl was the Betty White commercial. i thought nothing could top her acceptance speech at the SAG awards last month, but i was wrong. that commercial was brilliant, only because of her. that lady is up for anything. i love it. i can only hope i'm as feisty at eighty-eight. hell, i'd love to be that feisty at thirty-three!

a close second favorite moment was the shot of Drew Brees holding his son (in protective headphones because of the noise) on the field after the game ended, in the midst of a monumental celebration. i stared at the TV and cried—the boy was so precious and i could only imagine the pride and joy Brees felt at that moment. 

[it should be noted that i am experiencing an especially teary case of PMS this month. i cried several times over the weekend, all for sentimental reasons—well, except for yesterday afternoon when i cracked my head on the corner of a cabinet door i'd left open. ow.] 

anyway, other than that, i found myself enduring the game more than enjoying it. probably due to aforementioned PMS and the fact that i was watching solo. ah well. 

on the bright side: pitchers and catchers report to spring training a week from Thursday. (you can't see me, but i'm doing a happy dance.)

mbm