We Were Squashed By a Bunch of Grapes!

wearing: pink joe boxer jammies, black slippers
eating: im in durham
listening to: im in durham

Alright, first things first. An update of reality. The Storm became the OHL champions after defeating Missasauga - no challenge. But then they went to Kelona for the memorial cup and got their asses wooped like a bunch of babies.
...but now for the real heartbreaker!! The GCVI girl's rugby team made it to the quarter-finals only to be defeated by the purple-pinnie-sporting-Spartans. Darn. This means I can no longer unleash my aggression on total strangers through full-on tackles and an occasional cleat in the thigh. Well... technically I could, but the likelihood that I'd get charged for it would be... slightly higher.

I love how every time I get out of a car that my dad - or any male relative of mine for that matter - has been driving, it's like I've been granted a new lease on life. Yesterday just as we were on the outskirts of Guelph, he was doing 110 in a 70 zone. Slightly perturbed, I asked "Dad, do you really have to drive this fast?"
"Just keeping up with traffic." He replied, as we passed five cars.
. . .
Then as we were leaving Mount Forest, the OPP were doing their annual screwovertheunderagedrinkers blitz, and I saw two guys about my age getting arrested. And then I wondered if Mennonites could get arrested for drunk driving. The Maestro has informed me that they can neither drink, nor drive, but still, I wonder. ...What if their horse was intoxicated?
...Bet you didn't see THAT one coming!!!

'tis time to mosie.

xoxo