married life

March Madness

March Madness in my house equals my husband standing 2 feet from the tv yelling very creative combinations of expletives for the entirety of the tournament.  He gets so involved in games that showcase schools he’s never even heard of.  I don’t understand it.  How can you get so mad at people you’ll never meet?  And the yelling.  Oh, the yelling.  It’s like the dad from A Christmas Story moves into my house for a month.  Pray for me.