Seriously, my neigbors probably think I have Tourette's, because I don't think I've ever cursed as much as I did while watching Game 1 last night. Oy.
Although right now is quickly becoming a close second. Is y'all's Interwebs slower than molasses in January, or is it just me? For most of this week, the connection at home has been one pokey little puppy, and now the connection at work is going to the dogs, too. I'm about tired of it, is what I am.
Or maybe I'm just tired. Not too tired to make a shout-out to one of my favoritest flicks ever, A Christmas Story, but definitely too tired to come up with anything clever to post today. Better luck Monday.