Here’s where I break down and admit that I am a total, shameless loser. As a kid, you’d find me with my nose stuck in a book. Babysitter’s Club, Little Sister Karen, R.L. Stine, Christopher Pike, Judy Blume, and then I graduated to romance novels and the occasional non-fiction when I was in my early teens. I still love to read, actually. I just finished Anthony Bourdain’s Kitchen Confidential: Adventures in the Culinary Underbelly. Great read. I’m disappointed that I got through it so quickly!

Anyway, the point is, I was such an easy kid to buy Christmas and birthday presents for. Save the nfl jerseys for the other kids in the family; I wanted books! And legos! And k’nex! And Polly Pocket!

Come to think of it, my husband must be a bit of a loser too… he isn’t that much into sports, either. Oh, he makes a big deal out of seeing the Superbowl every year, but other than that he doesn’t watch a lick of football!