You’ve made comments/sent emails asking about Mike’s reaction to THE ROOM, the mecca of all things sports, the embodiment of my undying love for him, the one room in the house that is HIS.
Not even a capital letter.
He was so tired (and hungover) from his weekend in Vegas that he got home last night, watched about 3 seconds of the Steeler game (and in Pittsburgh it’s a CRIME to NOT watch the Steeler game), and went to bed.
Maybe in a day or so when he’s back to his normal un-hungover self he’ll appreciate it more. “Or maybe he hates it and doesn’t want to tell me” whispers the little voice in my head. Whatever. I at least got a lot of exercise going up and down the stairs a bezillion times. Always look for the positive, right? RIGHT?
I think he hates it.