My life is in shambles right now. I cannot even handle this. Like, I just – I don’t know anything anymore. This is beyond. Some things are just too good. Continue reading
Panko and backhands. Boarding and fleur de sel. “Season at every step” and “We’ve got to get pucks to the net”. Searing, visors, lemon zest, and Gary Bettman.
Some things just go together.
Hey you, how about a little speculation with that chilly brew you are enjoying?
It’s one of life’s great questions. It’s right up there with ‘what shape is the sky?, ‘why is Tuesday night wine frowned upon?’, and ‘why does nail polish always have to chip?’. It’s profound. It’s major. This is life changing stuff right here.
9:07am: It’s hockey day. It’s back. Finally. Grab my phone and text half the people in my contacts wishing them the best day. It’s like Christmas, only better. The whole I-didn’t-know-this-day-would-come thing really spices up the Christmasish anticipation. It’s like a secret ingredient, like adding butter to tomato sauce– that je ne sais quoi of Gary-related loathing and the horrocious hockey purgatory we’ve all been drowning in that makes this day all the more excellent. Continue reading