I agreed to go to a hockey game with my husband Paul last night. He probably would’ve had more fun with one of his friends, but what’s more fun than hanging out with me? Almost anything. Here are some highlights from the game:
Me: Let’s get some popcorn.
Me: If our team loses will you be sad?
Me: I’m getting really good at singing O Canada.
Me: Look at that kid with his shirt off. He’s awesome.
Me: Omg look, he put the popcorn bucket on his head. I love him.
Me: Guess what?
Me: Only 39 minutes until the game is over.
Paul: You’re fun.
Me: Lol jk.
Me: But seriously…
Me: Let’s get some hot chocolate.
Paul: Sweet boots. You look so dumb. (Talking about my Ugg boots)
Some little girl: Um excuse me, I really like your boots. I like that they have a zipper.
Me: At least someone appreciates me.
Me: Why don’t they ever put the Kiss Cam on us? How rude.
Me: Uh oh. We’re losing. Are you sad?
Me: Have the referees ever gotten in the way of the players?
Paul: Yeah, all the time.
Me: That’s annoying.
Me: Please don’t go into over time. Please don’t go into over time. Please don’t go into over time.
Me: I will literally sacrifice my first born if this game doesn’t go into over time.
Turns out I have to sacrifice my first born. We lost 3-5. Bummer. I am so sad about it. Really broken up. The good news is, there’s one little girl in Canada who has good taste in boots. Bad news is I’ll probably end up going to another hockey game some time this year.