Bipolar? and the Super Bowl 2/6/12

• Mother Nature is bipolar or PMSing.  Bad.  Early yesterday afternoon I was beachwalking in bare feet, rolled-up jeans, and a t-shirt.  A balmy breeze was ruffling my hair, and Sunbella was peeking out from the clouds and giving me a sun blush.  Then by Super Bowl kick off, the wind was slapping the balcony chairs around and I could see my breath before I even lit up when I went out to smoke.  Today is just as frigid.  Somebody please slip Mother Nature a Lithium or a big old Midol and make it quick.  I need the sun back.  I'm jonesing for another sultry beachwalk.
• Spent my best Super Bowl ever with my special guy D!  From our couches 1200 miles apart, we snacked and sipped wine and yelled at the players for dropping the ball.  I turned him on to Puppy Bowl on Animal Planet (still can't believe he'd never seen it), and he schooled me on how to play the football squares betting game he does.  I snuck a few peeks at the Sex and the City marathon on E!, too.  OK, I flipped over to SATC a lot.  But we had a great time sharing the game on the phone.  And Madonna was awesome, even lip-syncing.  And best of all, the Patriots lost.  Don't care much for the Giants, but I really don't like the Patriots.
• Hope yall had a fantastic Super Bowl and Mother Nature is in a better mood where you live.