A Memo to wives and girlfriends about the next week

The Next Week:
There's a good chance you'll see us in a distracted state-of-mind (moreso than usual). We won't be quite as dialed into your grand plans to get your nails done, or workout, or have surgery. Keep that stuff to yourself for another couple of weeks. We might overuse words like "want" or "looking forward" or "enjoy", but there are good reasons. If you hear us say, for example "I have a want for more dessert", don't giggle. It is what it is. I know, "the game" is a week away, but it's different this time. Truth is, if you don't get that, we might have bigger problems.

Gameday:
It will get worse. No, I don't want to go grab something for lunch, and it makes no difference to me if you mow the grass or not. Do whatever.

Kickoff:
Ok, this is crucial. No questions. At all. Not one! If you want to know who's kicking off first, watch the game, or call the neighbor, but don't ask me. If the phone rings, and it's not my brother, take the call upstairs. Not kidding. Don't ask me if I'm hungry, because I'm not. In fact, I'm closer to throwing up in my mouth than eating anything.

Postgame:
You know this drill well (SOP). It will take some time (weeks) to cool off if we lose. If we win, I'll do anything you ask. Same as always.

ETA: Two weeks are now one!