I have absolutely nothing to say. Nothing at all. I normally write something about the Super Bowl after the fact, but this year I’ve got nothing. Probably because I spent most of the game at home with a sleeping toddler.
Also, by the time I actually got to where I could watch the game, it was mostly over and I spent my time chasing my awake toddler so Wes could enjoy the game. As a result? I have nothing to say about either the game or the commercials.
I do, however, know that the Giants won. Woo?
I wish I had more to say. It’s not like I never go anywhere or do anything. I just don’t know if any of it is interesting enough to write about. The weather’s been unseasonably nice lately, so Aidan and I spent a lot of time outside earlier this week. Thrilling, no?
In related news, I’ve taken two tumbles this week. My center of balance has shifted or something and I am seriously a giant, clumsy mess. Thankfully both falls were on soft surfaces but still, it’s no good for a girl’s self esteem of she can’t seem to keep on her feet.
See? Things are happening over here at Casa de Mitchell, but very little of it is worth blogging about. It’s all quite boring. Aren’t you glad I wrote a post about how boring I am?