I'm only in it for the beer

The grocery store was out of chopped frozen spinach and dry vegetable soup mix. The bananas were picked clean, and I couldn't find a decent bulb of garlic anywhere. The shelves were as bare as shelves during the grocery strike in southern California. And it's all because of the Superbowl.

I'm not a football fan but I'll watch so I know what everyone is talking about -- what with it being big news *and* an excuse to drink beer and eat summer sausage. I'm sad that my crock pot was donated in the move, because that means no Bourbon Dogs, but I'll live I guess. I suppose I can drink my Bourbon without little hot dogs floating in it. For a change.

Go team!