Tuesday, February 7, 2012

It's Halftime in America

Superbowl Sunday. Commercials. Me on the couch munching a jalapeno popper and drinking my margarita, talking to my hubby and I hear a voice...that voice.  That voice that everyone who has their priorities in life straight recognizes, perhaps the voice from your childhood, or made familiar from a Dirty Harry rerun, that threatening yet reassuring growl. And my head pops up and I shriek for everyone to SHUT UP because THIS IS BIG!! And it was. It was wonderful. It is halftime in America and I'll never be tired of Clint Eastwood.

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