Number 12

My dream boy isn't doing too well. His team is losing right now.

Truthfully, I could really care less about the testosterone-fest I like to call  the Stupidbowl. It's just some quality couch time with my honey bunny who wasn't feeling well enough to attend the chili cook-off.

It was an absolute, rabble rousing hoot. I got two requests for organizing large events, both which I turned down. YES! My lips can still make a circle and say the word...NO.

I think I won't have to eat for a week. My vegetarian chili almost made it into the top three but in the end, the bison chili walked of with the blue ribbon. I like my bison roaming the wild prairie, thank you. Not that there's any wild prairie left.