While not a football fan, I do like football party food, and since I had the kids this weekend, I thought that I’d cook for them for once. I let them stay in their jammies all day long, and fixed up a spread of kid-friendly munchables for us all to graze on all day long.

It was great; an extremely low-key day, although I never want to smell cocktail weenies ever again. Seamus ate close to his body weight in cheese, I made some guacamole that I knew they wouldn’t be interested in for myself, and John ate an extraordinary number of the weenies. I’d really be surprised if he ever wants to see them again either. Heh, I should slip a couple into his lunch tomorrow.

I insisted that we turn the game on, partly because I had high hopes (sadly misplaced, as it turns out) to see some really great commercials. But they weren’t that good; nothing on the Herding Cats caliber of years past. But I also wanted it on because I was feeling a little gross and the sinus crap makes me sleepy. So I snoozed on the couch through most of it, cracking an eye when the ads came on.

While I’m not planning to make a habit of it, I think a lazy day hit the spot today. The week doesn’t look too intimidating from this perspective.