I’m in the living room, he’s in the bedroom. I’ve just finished eating breakfast - this morning I veered from my usual cereal and scrambled myself a couple of eggs with some sharp cheddar, as well as delicious toast with blackberry jam. I’m trying to figure out what to do for this month’s Daring Bakers challenge as well as figure out how I’m going to bake a pie today, do laundry, shop for a mattress, sweep the floors and make a nice Sunday dinner, all before 9 p.m..
However, from the bedroom, I hear the strains of Celine Dion’s “My Heart Will Go On” and I immediately realize my boyfriend, lost in a world without Sunday football, has relegated himself to watching the movie Titanic.
What a dork. I can’t wait to go make fun of him about this.
Yesterday was just a brief preview of what the next six months hold in store until training camps open in July and the pre-season begins in August. Titanic is OK (barely), because lots of people die, just promise to keep him away from The Devil Wears Prada and similar movies.