Ah, husbands and the NFL. The perfect marriage. I do love football season. I love that every Sunday, I can promise you what my honey will be doing and I know I can have a guilt free day to do whatever I want by myself as long as he has time to watch his football. And maybe he'll even fold some laundry while he plants himself in front of the tube all day...
RIP Football Season...
I can't wait till you resurrect yourself next fall...
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