Wah Wah Wah Wah, Wha Wha Wha.

My husbansnoopyd is watching the NHL hockey draft. He was just talking about it and I have no idea what he was talking about. That’s OK. He thinks I know what he was talking about and that I was interested. Last night was even worse because he was trying to make me understand the mathematics of it all. I could try to explain what the statistics mean but I am pretty convinced you are dealing with people who have been hit in the head, hard, far too many times.  1000 is still 1000 no matter what figures you use to describe that 1000. Then again, you really should not be asking me because A: I don’t give a shit. And B: There is this


2015-04-18 03.53.26Isn’t this a nice picture of TUB?  I was so proud of him here because he was being such a good cat. Then he tore the screen door open so he could get outside and kill birds.

My daughter and I sealed one of her stuffed bunnies in a Food Saver bag but we felt sad so she let her out again. When my daughter was very small, probably about 3, she wanted to put Hop Hop (her other bunny) in the car seat and I got frustrated and said. “She’s not real!” and she said, “She’s real to me.” It made me want to cry. And of course I put Hop Hop in the car seat from then on.

OMG. My husband just said that it isn’t even the draft tonight. It is the order. What does that even mean?

I am making a rotisserie chicken again tonight. This is about as domestic as I get. I am making my own barbecue sauce. And roasted potatoes. I guess I will make a vegetable or two.

OK, I need to go and find Norbert.

Addendum – My husband is freaking out about whatever it is that is happening with this hockey thing. *rolls eyes*

15 thoughts on “Wah Wah Wah Wah, Wha Wha Wha.

  1. You can make your own BBQ sauce? You mean it doesn’t *come* from a bottle? I had no idea. You can probably tell I’ve refused to cook from a young age. It keeps me skinny I guess. I love to eat food other people cook though, and am drooling over your rotisserie chicken as I type.

  2. Yes, what was decided today is the order in which the hockey teams get to pick their drafts. The coveted spot is #1 because that team can pick the best young up-and-coming player if they want him (and who wouldn’t?) And woo hoo! Edmonton got spot # 1! That means the Oilers are so awful they have to pick first in a bid to pull the team out of the toilet. Sort of a back-handed honour, to say the least.

  3. Hockey schmokey. Which is my attitude to most sports.
    Love Norbert pretending to be a good boy and lull you into a false sense of security.
    My eldest brother had an imaginary stove. Weird imaginary friend but that was his. It travelled everywhere with the family. And mama said the look on people’s faces when she asked them not to sit on his stove when they were using public transport was priceless.

  4. I feel your hockey pain. I grew up in a hockey house. My brother played hockey and my mom was always part everything that went on. Every night (it felt like every night) they had to watch a hockey game of some sort. I think that’s one of the reasons I became a reader because I didn’t like hockey and we only had one tv.

  5. No idea about Hockey.. is it the one on ice? lol!
    Nice pic of Norbert.. he’s looking very chilled out! 🙂

  6. Formula 1 will be on in a couple of hours and K will be glued to it for a couple of hours. It’s just a lot of blokes driving round fast in circles. I don’t get it, frankly.

  7. It’s just like David and his Jerry Springer TV and reality shows crap. He tries to tell me what’s happening, like I really give a shit.

  8. Sports, whatever. I’m glad neither my husband nor son cares much about watching sports–we all prefer sci-fi. I did enjoy watching my son during HS Dive, but it’s totally different than a team sport!

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