I’m pretty sure I make that joke every year. (That, and, come February 19th, “It’s the year of the Sheep already? I’m still writing year of the Horse on my checks!” Note: you can also use this joke with only minor changes come Rosh Hashanah.)
As such, I’m very much not looking forward to the various shopping trips this weekend. Costco will be a madhouse of people buying cheese dip, cheese trays, cheese crackers, and cheez-in-a-can. IN BULK. The grocery store will be equally disproportionately full.
Maybe I should merely go to the Pet Store on Saturday and wait to go food shopping on Sunday when, I expect, the stores will be empty excepting a number of women excited to be able to go to the store and have it be empty.
Come Sunday itself, that might be a very good day indeed to go see a movie, for similar reasons. Ah, who am I kidding, I’ll just stay home and wander to the google occasionally to see if Tom Brady is in a situation where it’s appropriate to make a joke about his balls. (“Hey! This is a family show!” “I’m talking about the footballs!” “Sure you were!”) I mean, if you’re not going to or coming from a Superbowl party, you’re probably better off hunkered in the basement. This is 2nd only to New Year’s Eve for being amateur night out there on the roads and safe and sound is the way to be.
So… what’s on your docket?