Thursday, October 13, 2011


Yesterday, we stood in line for an hour so my sister could flirt with some professional hockey players.  She's one part celebrity stalker, one part on the prowl for a sugar daddy, one part of a chicken to go alone.  Cue the greatest ice breaker of all time.  Sadly, Bennett got a few autographs and promptly stuck them in his mouth.  I wonder how much a slobbery, teeth torn piece of scrap paper will fetch on the internet?  We do need to start the boys college fund at some point.  I suppose that would be unnecessary if the sugar uncle enters the picture sometime in the next seventeen years.

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