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sabineOnce again, I have to "watch" my Cyclones play in an online GameTracker. Damn Big 10. I like living in Madison and cheering for the Badgers, because I can still hate the Hawkeyes with much passion.
Grr. C'mon, Cyclones, shut down those 17-yd passes. Grr.
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downwood remarked about half an hour ago, there's something a bit wrong when the girl says to the guy, "Stop shopping, there's football that needs watching."
Yay! Field goal attempt blocked!! Yay!!
ahem.
I'm going to go back to paying complete attention to the ball game. But, before I do, here's an open letter that really needed writing.
Dear Girl in the Next Stall,
I understand that it was critical for you to talk to your boyfriend at length to figure out which bar would be your afternoon drinking establishment. However, the other women and myself would appreciate it greatly if you would wait until you were out of the stall, and preferably the bathroom, before you hold this conversation. I am assuming, of course, that neither of you is comforted, excited, aroused, or otherwise moved by the melodic sound of people actually using the toilets. If this assumption is incorrect, I don't want to know about it.
Many thanks,
Sabine
Grr. C'mon, Cyclones, shut down those 17-yd passes. Grr.
As
downwood remarked about half an hour ago, there's something a bit wrong when the girl says to the guy, "Stop shopping, there's football that needs watching."Yay! Field goal attempt blocked!! Yay!!
ahem.
I'm going to go back to paying complete attention to the ball game. But, before I do, here's an open letter that really needed writing.
Dear Girl in the Next Stall,
I understand that it was critical for you to talk to your boyfriend at length to figure out which bar would be your afternoon drinking establishment. However, the other women and myself would appreciate it greatly if you would wait until you were out of the stall, and preferably the bathroom, before you hold this conversation. I am assuming, of course, that neither of you is comforted, excited, aroused, or otherwise moved by the melodic sound of people actually using the toilets. If this assumption is incorrect, I don't want to know about it.
Many thanks,
Sabine
