Super Bowl? Super Bummed.

Hmmph. I was supposed to go to a totally fun Super Bowl party today. A pile of smoked meat was promised, and I was going to make a new variation on my bacon cookie recipe.

Sounds pretty great, right?

But it was not to be. I don’t know what’s up with my stomach lately, but it’s been hurting and gurgly and just unpleasant for about a week; I’m blaming work stress. My eyes are watering. I have a headache. And in an unexpected turn of events, my Frankenneck scar is sensitive and achey, too.

What the HELL?!

Dave’s working against a major, “death march” deadline, so he’s out in our studio, typing and frowning, no doubt. I’m lying on the couch watching the pre-game coverage on my ghetto TV. Super Bowl Party? More like Super Pity Party… with only a scrawny old cat on my guest list.