Bowl Me Over

Bowl Me Over

	lynetteisfunny
	It's Weenie Dog!
	The Quest for the Holy Meal
	My Love
	scooby's Spring Fling
	Yum!
	Finding Food
	Jesus, It's Mom!
	E-Mail and Awards
	Awards (continued)
	Hope in Heaven
	Trial Hearing
	Let's Eat!
	sign Off
	slogans
	Tubing
	Under-Where
	Perspective
	A Rose by Any Other Name Would Still Stink
	Beam Dreams
	There and Back Again or When Frodo Visits Sam
	Mother of the Year...Not
	PMS SOS
	Bowl Me Over
	Rap It Up
	Kick Trick
	Problem in Translation
	And The Oscar Goes To
	Accent on Computers
	You're Kidding
	Changing Goals
	The Bread of Life
	The Whole Tooth So Help Me God
	Whose Birthday Is It Anyway?
	Ten for Teens
	Mascot Blues, Reds, Greens
	Sweat, Grunts and Groans

On Saint Patrick’s Day, everyone is Irish.

On Valentine’s Day, everyone is a lover.

On Thanksgiving Day, everyone is a pig.

I like inclusive holidays.
Why should Hanukkah be reserved for those of the Jewish faith?
Latkes are delicious and should be available to all.

That’s why one of my favorite holidays is Super Bowl Sunday.

If you love football, like I do, you watch the game.
If you don’t like football, you watch the commercials.

All diets are declared MIA and the food free-for-all starts hours before kickoff.

The day after the Super Bowl is the most common day to call in sick. Some of us are truly ill from overindulging but the rest of us don’t want the party to end just yet.

My children love Super Bowl Sunday.
All of the forbidden treats are on display.

Chips of every kind, pretzels, popcorn and just about every other kind of salty, fatty snack known to man are available.
Bean dip is cherished and the subject for many jokes. Pickles, olives and cheese are spread out and the sight alone of our kitchen counter would make Richard Simmons faint.

This year we even got a Super Bowl cake. We’ve got Twinkies, Zingers and those little chocolate doughnuts.

My husband, the health fanatic, doesn’t dare complain on this most holy day.
He’s embarrassed by our antics, but I really don’t think he’ll ever die of shame like he threatens to each year.

I can just see that on his death certificate. Cause of death: shame caused by family behavior.

I’ll set out some carrot sticks for him to gnaw on but the rest of us are going to enjoy the feast.

I understand some people like to invite a lot of friends over on this day, but I don’t like to share.
I’m afraid if someone gets between me and the Doritos, I might growl.
Family understands and besides, they can’t leave. No one else would take them in.

So let the wild rumpus begin.
We’re going to party down because we’ll be too stuffed to get up.
We’ll let the dogs out to suck up all the crumbs we left.
Heck, we may even Wang Chung tonight. Whatever that means.

Because this won’t happen again for another year.