MOM loves football. But I really don’t get it. When she watches a game I mostly sleep (except when she jumps off the couch shouting, that wakes me up). But on this day I wanted to play. She kept saying, “Hold on, the game is in OVERTIME, in the SNOW!” I understand snow, but what is this “overtime” she’s so excited about and when will it end? I could take it no more and must be heard.
Her team won. And then I won, cuz she took me on a real long walk and when we got home I got a special treat. Maybe this “overtime” thing isn’t so bad.