1. I’ve baarely had time to glance at the computer recently, much less write or adequately read the blogs in my Google Reader. (BTW, I recently counted, and I have WELL over a hundred hockey blogs in my reader. Whoa.) But all the same, busyness and general airhead-ery are NO excuse for the fact that I accidentally/blatantly stole Anne’s blog post title from a few days ago.
This morning I did have a few minutes to cruise around the internet, and when I got to Queen City Sabres I thought, “How hilarious that Anne and I both recently titled a post ‘Huzzah’. What a hilarious word for both of us to zero in on!” Then I looked at the date on her post and I was all, “Rats. She wrote it first. It’s gonna look like I’m the copycat. Oh well.” Then I READ her post and I was all, “Heeey, waaait a minute…..I’ve already read this post. THREE DAYS AGO, WHEN SHE WROTE IT, and TWO days before I wrote mine.”
What I’m trying to tell you, dear readers, is that I’m an inadvertent THIEF. Here’s what I think happened: I was so blinded by Anne’s genius, that I temporarily blacked out the memory of reading her post so that I could STEAL IT FOR MYSELF.
Let this be a lesson to you, internet. I’m a wily, wily beeyotch AND I’m a total freaking dingbat. I’ll stop at nothing when I see a word I like. NOTHING! Huzzah!
(Sorry about that, Anne.)
2. How about them Sabres, huh?
You know you’re watching a team you like when you spend two periods thinking, “Aw, it’s alright guys. You can’t win ‘em all. You were totally due for a clunker,” and then ten minutes thinking, “Look how feisty! They’re still trying to win, and you know what?…..they just might pull it off!” and then another ten minutes thinking, “EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! ILOVETHEM! ILOVETHEM! ILOVETHEM!” and then the duration of a reeeeeally long shootout thinking, “Hee! They’re so cute when they can’t win a shootout! Aw. Cutiepies.”
3. Look at this guy. JUST LOOK AT HIM!
I assume this “I want a dog phase” will pass because I barely even like dogs unless they are immaculately trained (and I think it’s safe to assume that I do NOT know how to immaculately train a puppy), and I don’t really believe in spending many hundreds of dollars on a fancy dog when lots of perfectly acceptable non-fancy dogs need a place to live, but…..I dunno. Just look at that guy up there. I want him to live with me at my house.