In our house, Football Season is a glorious, all-consuming diversion from the misery of normal life . . . for my husband, that is.
Now I don't begrudge him his passion. (Okay, occasionally I have bubbles of resentment--that sporadically surge into geysers.) But everyone deserves a hobby, and, if anyone needs some downtime, it's him.
So what's the problem? My workshop is in the basement. In close proximity to the hallowed football lair. And I'm to the final stages of completion on an adorable robo rescue dog.
SuperBowl, anyone?
Ooh, I like the sound of the robo rescue dog!
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