Apparently theres some big hockey game on tonight
Paul's not here, but Bryan's howling at the TV was enough to draw me out of Paul's/our bedroom to see what was going on. I find Bryan poised at the edge of the couch.
"It doesn't sound good out here."
"We're winning. There's less than a minute left!" Bryan twitches wildly.
I putter around in the kitchen. The TV is freaking out. The crowd is going wild. The opposing team scores with only ten seconds left, tying the game and throwing it into overtime.
Bryan erupts. "FUCK FUCK FUCK, KELLY ROSE. GO BACK TO YOUR ROOM!!!"
So here I am. Sorry, Wings fans.
"It doesn't sound good out here."
"We're winning. There's less than a minute left!" Bryan twitches wildly.
I putter around in the kitchen. The TV is freaking out. The crowd is going wild. The opposing team scores with only ten seconds left, tying the game and throwing it into overtime.
Bryan erupts. "FUCK FUCK FUCK, KELLY ROSE. GO BACK TO YOUR ROOM!!!"
So here I am. Sorry, Wings fans.