Super Bowl Sunday

I'm going to out myself right now and just say it,

I only watch the Super Bowl for the commercials.

There. I've said it and now I feel much better. Usually people are like, Shhhhhh, shh, shhhh, the game is on! I'm like Shhhhhhh, shhhhhh, shhhh... here comes another commercial!.

In between some pretty funny and pretty lame (Go Daddy) commercials we sat down with Nate's family and had a little Sunday school lesson. I would like to call this lesson the 10 degrees of glory. It's kind of like the 3 degrees of glory, but totally different.

The 10 degrees of glory isn't something I can explain; it's something that you have to see with your own eyes to believe. And now friends, I give you

The 10 degrees of glory:

(thanks to Nate's twin brother, Dustin, for being the master chef)

I've done the math. I've added it up and HUGE does not fit through NOT HUGE very easily. I do, however, know that it is possible. I have given birth 3 times and it all magically, painfully seems to happen. I'm not, by any means, comparing Dustin's mouth to a birth canal. But I guess, if we wanted to, we could say that this is what it would look like if Dustin- or any other person- were to birth a sandwich backwards.

Next in line was the beer of root taste test. We took 10 different brands of root beer...

sorted them all out....

and then tasted away.

This is me getting my sip on. (I think somewhere down the line of my genealogy tree there is a Jay Leno branch.)

Now that I, along with Nate's family, have become root beer connoisseur's I can tell you what to drink and what not to drink.

Almost all of us chose A&W as the best drink out of the 10 others with Barq's trailing close behind.

The worst tasting, hands down, was Shasta root beer. Don't buy it. Ever.

Don't say I didn't warn you.