A Carrie, Charlotte, Samantha, and Miranda Filled Hockey Hug of Love

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.

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A Fleecy, Wine Filled Hockey Hug of Love

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