I have had a week and a half, people. The week totally and completely beat me. Without a doubt, I can say the battle between the week and me was won by the week. That doesn’t happen often. As I sit here pondering my game plan for next week’s counter-attack, I’m reminded of a few other things that won this week as well.
The return of football is winning, for sure! While much of my news feeds are celebrating the return of the PSL (that’s Starbucks speak for Pumpkin Spice Latte), I’m loving that football is back. All is right with the world, or at least my TV.
Speaking of football, the Denver Broncos won this week. I’ve loved Peyton Manning since his days as a UT Vol. His season has started out as rocky as the mountains that surround his home field, but this week Peyton showed up and silenced his haters.
My dog won. She got to see her grandparents twice this week. She loves her grandparents. She’s the queen of the house when they come to visit. Let’s face it. She’s the queen of the house all the time. She always wins.
Finally, my dad won. My lawnmower died last week. I was ready to lay it to rest, but my dad was not. He and my mom came down on Monday to pick it up. I was fully prepared to spend my weekend lawnmower shopping. Can we say, snoozefest? However, my dad truly is the best. For about the 4th time in the last 10 years, he brought the thing back to life.
So, no lawnmower shopping for me this weekend. That will free up my time for football while snuggling with my pup. Who’s winning now?