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[withdiamonds]

Dear hockey media: Marty Brodeur is 40 years old. He's not 110. I realize he's not a butterfly goalie, but good grief. A couple of guys were talking today about how he *gasp* STACKED HIS PADS the other night. As if that's the way they tended goal back in ANCIENT EGYPT or something

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[kare]

Sounds like your day was like ours yesterday. Lori's new puppy peed, pooped and threw up on Mom's carpet. Plus Paige spilled my beer and Lori spilled two different glasses of water.

We had coffee in the afternoon, but thankfully it made it through unspilled.

[topaz119]

Yay, you finished!

[topaz119]

Sigh, sorry, Kare--I think this is my cue to go to bed!

[kare]

ha, not a problem! Sleep tight, lady.

[frausorge]

Congratulations on finishing the fic! Go you! *\o/*

And congratulations on your productivity in general. - Neville better be extra cute for a while.

The place my brain always goes when I hear "shorty" is "Shorty had me up against the wall", which really doesn't work in this context. So I will add my nay vote to yours.

[worldwouldend]

They've been talking about how positively ancient and near-death Roger Federer is for years now and he's only just 30! Sports people are crazy.

I hope tomorrow is a better day overall!

[turps33]

That's quite a day :(

Congratulations on finishing and your 100 stories \o/