The next time I post my immediate future will look a lot different than it does today.

The next time I post I will probably be surrounded by soft pillow-like walls, tapping a letter in code to the room next door so that they can relay a message to you.

The next time I post I may be in jail for deadly assult with a chicken thigh, and will be seeking your help to post my bail.

It’s semi-official.

We’re going to Miami (and if the Will Smith song just entered your thoughts don’t feel bad, I’ve been humming it all week now).

After lots of discussions and number crunching it appears I have lost my mind and have decided to “let” Will go to the Super Bowl.

Yeah, I hear your boos and hisses.

I see that fist you just shook at me.

Yes I know what this does for women around the world- trust me- I know!

Now our husbands will expect this sort of football support from us all time- you don’t think I thought about that before signing my dignity away! ? Well let me assure you, I did!

I simply caved.

I mentioned last week that seeing the Colts play in a Super Bowl been one of Will’s biggest dreams, and I really felt like I should make that dream come true if I could. It hasn’t been easy, and I’ve gone from being totally jubliant about the decision to extremely edgy and irritated, but all in all I believe this decision was a good one and I know it’s a good one because it’s me being able to facilitate a dream for Will.

There’s only one catch-

Everything is up in the air.

Everything hinges on Sunday’s Colts vs. Patriots game. If the Colt’s win we go, and if they lose there’s no Miami. Another issue is my leave. I got it halfway approved (if there is such a thing) and have to wait until next week to know for sure. I’m asking for 5 days off (after just having 45 days off 2 months before!!), so hopefully I will have a compassionate boss. Like I said, everything is on hold until the Colts win and my leave is official. I placed the matter in God’s hands and know He will do what’s best.

Will is cautiously optimistic, but already looking for flights and tickets. His zeal for this opportunity has already gotten the best of him. Yesterday he called me to tell me he had found “great seats,” only they were a little more than we had anticipated.

Girls, I’m trying (REALLY trying) to be such a supportive wife about this, so in my best “supportive wife” voice I say,

“How much, sweetie?”

We then banter back and forth. Will keeps saying,

“Weeeelll, maybe I should just wait and tell you when I get home,”

to which I respond,

“No, you have to tell me right now so I don’t wonder all evening.”

Will finally agrees to tell me.

“Are you ready?”

“Yes.”

Pause.....

“$10,000.”

silence.

silence.

silence.

Where’s that freaking supportive wife voice!?!
Supportive wife- where are you!?!?!

The supportive wife quickly responds to me with a- “Honey- I’m supportive but not that supportive- that’s down right ludacris!” She then exits stage left.

more silence.

“Britter?”

I finally respond with a calm, firm,"You better be joking, Will.”

All of a sudden I hear an erruption of laughter.

Apparently I had been on speaker phone the whole time. Will just knew I would get quiet when he threw out that number so he had all his coworkers huddle around the phone to hear my response- which was exactly what he said it’d be.

Awww, he knows me so well. How sweet.

NOT!

I’m not really in the joking mood about the money that this trip will require just yet (or ever).

Did I mention I’m a dichotomy of emotions right now?

My parents are excited for us, which sort of surprised me. I thought they might be more like me, thinking about the finances. However, they were really happy. They keep saying how excited they are for us and how this is a once in a lifetime opportunity that few people experience and how we should take it while we can. They’ve also graciously offered to watch the furry kiddos too, so that’s a relief.

So, putting a few things aside I’m getting a little excited. I realize a lot has to come together before I can really get excited, but until then I’ll take what I have.

Enough on that.

I didn’t do any of my goofy recording this week, so any important (ha ha) information I intended to post this week is gone forever into the abyss of sleep, work, and more work. How could I, right
(ha)!?

Other than the Elephant Super Bowl issue that is hoarding the living room space, everything else in my life is pretty status quo:

-I’m have a horrible fat week that I wish I could blame on PMS, but sadly, I’m just sort of fat this week.

-All my good posting material- the ones I really wish I could share- I can’t because of the trouble it could get me in.

-Ah! Did I tell you I’m taking classes for my job? I’m taking an online class to get certified in my field. It’s a pain, but hopefully it will pay off when I look to find another job. I guess that’s new news.

-Will actually told Boz (his admitted favorite pup- is that terrible or what!? I think he’s evil.), “ I love you so much. I hope you never die, Boz.”

I just stared at him and said, “I don’t think you’ve ever said that to me- and you’re saying that to our dog!?”

He then rationalized that Boz is already like 3 years old and his lifespan is so much shorter than a human’s, etc.

Thanks hun, I feel a lot better.

I feel like I should be writing more, but that’s about it right now.

The next time I write a whirlwind trip to the US may be on the horizon…

Go Patriots! (ha ha, it’s not all bad that Will doesn’t read my blog, right!?)