(prelude: Woody just got through seeing the human development movies, you know where the girls go off and see their own movie and the boys stay and watch the boy version... remind me to tell you how excited he was to recieve a free deodorant sample. why was he so excited? I have no idea, he's been wearing deodorant since he was 9.)
Since when are there cheerleaders in the NHL?
The kids and #91 were watching the end of game 1 of the Stanley Cup Finals the other day between, cough, Edmonton (who aren't the Sharks) and Carolina. I was in the kitchen getting dinner ready (and also not watching the game because it wasn't the Sharks and I just haven't been able to watch a game since they lost to, cough, cough, Edmonton a few weeks ago and were eliminated).
I guess it was a good game cuz I could hear the three of them "oohing" and "aahing" at different plays. "Turn it down!" I said. "Why do you have to have it so loud?" Hee, hee. We have it 3 times louder when the Sharks are playing. But, that doesn't matter, because this wasn't the Sharks and the volume was annoying me. I have to concentrate when boiling water for pasta.
"Mommy, come and see this play!" One of them said.
"Please? Hurry! You are going to miss it!"
"I'm busy." (the water was about to boil)
"Ugh. okay. what is so spectacular?" (that wouldn't be better if the Sharks were playing)
Flash to cheerleaders (wtf?), cheering for the team (that wasn't the Sharks) that just scored a goal (that I didn't see because I was boiling water).
"He-llo!" said (soon to be 11) Woody (yes, in that guy-oooogling-a-hot-babe kind of way)
"That's it! No more human development movies for you." (And turn off that game. That the Sharks are not playing in.)