In case you’ve missed it, we are currently engaged in the largest sporting event on Earth…
The World Cup.
(That’s soccer y’all, and it actually involves countries from all over the world – unlike the “World Series” which involves, um…two.)
It only happens every four years, and every four years my husband clears his schedule for every England game, the first of which, this year, was quite an event for our little family.
We all know how that turned out…
I have to admit I was torn, as I’m currently carrying a half-English child in my womb. So I cheered at both goals and figured a tie was the best result for my marriage.
Simon’s not convinced.