tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497533264000861118.post430164995014499143..comments2024-03-19T03:19:28.975-04:00Comments on The Belle of Cowbell: The Bipolar Therapist from Willow Grove, PA: Superbowl XLVIII - 21-word short story - Poem: Superbowl XLVIII Ruth Z Deminghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15582780727165466659noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497533264000861118.post-62704957745472760212014-02-03T13:04:05.059-05:002014-02-03T13:04:05.059-05:00More interesting things here again!. I think I mig...More interesting things here again!. I think I might actually like this poem better as a short story. Up for the challenge? Nonetheless it is so hard to write a poem on a "prompt", at least to me, so I give you much credit.<br />Personally, I call it the Stupid Bowl so you can see I'm not much of a fan, which makes me almost persona non grata in this household. (I almost ruined my first marriage from the get-go by making social plans at a relative's in the East Bay on the first Super Bowl Sunday and was told to never EVER do that again!). I actually remained in the room last night during the game, which I rarely do, and read a book on my Kindle but quickly stopped rooting (if you could call my half-hearted occasional glance up at the screen that) for the Seahawks and attached my positive thoughts to the Broncos. I am and always was, an incurable lover of the underdog.<br /><br />Happy 40th to Sarah. I sent myself a birthday card on my 40th and hung it on the wall. As a young widow, I thought then that I would never again be happy. I was pretty depressed on that particular birthday. May Sarah be filled up, instead, with joy, glee and great plans. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com