Head back out of the sand.
I've been on a writing jag this week, y'all. You know how that goes, right? Total submersion without the benefit of food, water, or toilet until your body screams Uncle, because the story won't get off of you? Fingers worn down to stumps? Your own maniacle laughter echoing in your ears? Uh-huh. I knew that you would.
I will admit, however, one thing did break my concentration now and again, and I absolutely could not help it... The Stanley Cup Finals. I have but one thing to say. Marc-Andre Fleury, just MARRY me, dude.
(Okay, I have a few things.) Now that's how you play a series--by taking it seven games 90 miles an hour, all the way. Goalies Fleury (Pittsburgh) and Chris Osgood (Detroit) were a HUGE part of that--they were like two brick walls and goals did not come cheap. I've been a Pittsburgh girl since the early days of Mario Lemieux, so I am one happy Penguin. But I can also honestly say that if the Red Wings had won the Cup instead, I'd still be pretty satisfied because both teams played hard stick. Either one of them could have taken this thing, even when six seconds were left on the clock.
Ah, well. Now that I am back amongst the living, I'm off to do some major grooming. A queen cannot receive her subjects looking thusly:
Tah!
I will admit, however, one thing did break my concentration now and again, and I absolutely could not help it... The Stanley Cup Finals. I have but one thing to say. Marc-Andre Fleury, just MARRY me, dude.
(Okay, I have a few things.) Now that's how you play a series--by taking it seven games 90 miles an hour, all the way. Goalies Fleury (Pittsburgh) and Chris Osgood (Detroit) were a HUGE part of that--they were like two brick walls and goals did not come cheap. I've been a Pittsburgh girl since the early days of Mario Lemieux, so I am one happy Penguin. But I can also honestly say that if the Red Wings had won the Cup instead, I'd still be pretty satisfied because both teams played hard stick. Either one of them could have taken this thing, even when six seconds were left on the clock.
Ah, well. Now that I am back amongst the living, I'm off to do some major grooming. A queen cannot receive her subjects looking thusly:
Tah!