Halftime, Dear You!With all the serious events on planet earth, millions of American peeps and I are all peppy over the game. I am simultaneously on Twitter, posting random reactions to #PatiotsNation or something hash-taggy like that.
Seriously, I want Brady and company to take this one. Give Tom another ring!
Meanwhile, rain falls in north Florida all day. I complete my taxes and get fined for not paying for health insurance. Really? My precarious work situation is tough enough without being penalized for not cooperating with health insurance monoliths.
But why worry about reality? Miss K. Perry is about to perform at halftime and I can distract myself with bread and circuses . . . putting the Romans to shame.
Offering a hopeful prediction: Patriots will win this one . . . Wilson's last minute miracles won't happen this night. Or so I say. OMG! Just looked at the television. K. is riding on this vile looking, giant, mechanical tiger. And now there are dancing robots . . . Truly, we are a demented nation :)
Kisses and Go Patriots!
Your Joyce
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