Out of Touch

Confession time.

I don’t care about the Superbowl. I don’t care who wins.

I don’t know who’s playing the halftime show. I’ve heard the name, but it doesn’t ring any bells. I couldn’t tell you who it was if you asked me. Bernie… something?

I don’t even care about the commercials.

I’ve heard there’s a shortage of Velveeta cheese. I don’t like Velveeta cheese, and I don’t care.

I am blissfully out of touch.

Am I the only one?

Did the groundhog see his shadow today?