I just got home from the Mississippi State – Kentucky football game. Actually, I floated home , accompanied by a cacophany of cowbells and Rebel Yells ( Oh was that coming from me?).
MSU won, and the “Sound of Music” could not have been sweeter.
It was a big win for us and I was fantasizing about Dan Mullen (MSU’s head coach and my new hero) and the bowl games we might be invited to attend.
Out of habit, I logged on to my e-mail account. It’s like brushing my teeth.
Imagine my surprise when I learned that 69 men want to meet me. Yes, 69. I don’t remember signing up for this dating service, but sucker that I am, I clicked on the button to find out about these 69 men who are so desperate that they want to meet me.
For $39.99, the identity of these hunky men would be revealed to me.
Yeah, right. I’d rather have a big hunk of parmigiano reggiano. That would cost me about the same amount and I would be completely fulfilled as a woman.