I've a few things on my mind today but work is interfering. I will leave you with a couple of things to ponder.
How does one suffer death by corn? I actually know the answer to this as do my siblings. I'm working the post out in my head and when it's ready, I'll share the answer.
Game 2 of the Stanley Cup Playoffs is tonight. I'm ready. I hope for a swift victory tonight although even if we do win, the game is still 3 periods long. No OT boys, I've got to work tomorrow which means I get up at 5 AM.
At one time, what did I have in common with Sharon Stone? Besides bleach? If you guessed butchy short blond hair, you'd be right. I am beyond over this neck length mess of curly hair that without a ton of attention and product looks like I stuck my finger in a light socket. The trouble is, my stylist who made me look so fabulous moved to Chicago. Can you see a road trip in my future? I can. The upkeep may be pricey. It definitely needs new paint too. Bleach.
I would be a bowling fanatic if this was what it was like:
Now, aren't you glad you don't think like me?