Now, when I say brats, I don’t mean the kick-their-feet-on-the-floor-while-screaming-in-the-middle-of-the-grocery-store-and-make-their-mother-want-to-crawl-into-a-hole-and-die brats.
I mean the kind you eat.
Unless you’re the lady on that commercial who says that sometimes she wishes she had eaten her kids.
Does anyone else find that strange?
Anyway. Tonight my hubsband (yes, I know I wrote hubsband. It was purposeful. Don’t judge.) made dinner. And it was awesome.
While it was definitely a man-meal, I can honestly say that it tickled my taste-buds. (It helps that I typically like man-food.)
Brats and curly fries were ready for me when I got done putting Z to bed, and I whipped up a salad so there was some color on our plates besides brown.
It was FANTASTIC. I mean it. I really do. I LOVE brats.
Almost as much as I have loved getting into watching the basketball games with N (Who is my hubsband. Sorry. I must have forgotten to mention that earlier.) this season. I can’t help it. I have really become a true Bulls fan.
I just saw a crazy huge shark bite something the size of a small house in half on TV.
Ok, so like I was saying. I have really become a true Bulls fan.
I can point out Deng, D-Rose, Noah, Boozer, and “Hot Sauce” Korver. Which I know is not saying much, because probably all of the teeny-boppers in America can do that.
But it’s a big deal for me.
And so I’ll say this–even though the Bulls are trailing behind by 4 points tonight (which has been a rare occurrence this season), I am still enjoying eating my brats, curly fries, and salad with my hubsband as much as I would if they were winning.
Partly because it’s not a big deal if they lose this game. They are already in first place in the lineup.
But mostly, it’s because I really enjoy the fact that N knows that I love brats, that he made them for me, and that we are watching the game together (and getting upset with the TV together).