Bum
I like Sundays. I like waking up, making coffee, and reading the newspaper.
I like having no obligations for the day. Thus if someone wants to catch a Brewers game, I can take off.
Or I can sit and catch up on whatever is on the DVR. Or watch movies. Or play poker.
That sums up what I did.
Oh yeah, I also watched the Wisconsin Badger hockey team play one hell of a game! Triple overtime. 1-0 victory. I couldn't help but think how great this game was. Both goaltenders were at the top of their game, making huge saves. The Cornell goalie was fantastic but for a one-timer. Funny how this is the kind of game that a non-hockey fan might look at and think was boring. People who don't like hockey don't understand what OT 1-0 games are like. These aren't the product of two crappy teams getting no offense. If is goaltending wizardry. Spines like slinkys. Legs jutting out to make a crucial save and then flopping back to stuff a rebound shot. The game was a nail biter and worth every minute.
The Wisconsin Badger women's hockey team took down a championship yesterday too. Congrats ladies! Would be something for the men to win it as well.
So as I sat around being a bum yesterday I noticed one thing. Why do cats always decide to fall asleep on your chest when there are only 10 minutes left in a movie? Twice yesterday my cat decided that was the best time to try to get some zzzs. Both times I would have to pick him up and set him aside so I could change the DVD. Dope.
I also noticed something else about the pussy. If I am up late and he falls asleep elsewhere besides the bed, he gets disoriented. I can hear him realize that I went to bed and he come around crying. Like I took off without telling him. He gets calmed down when he finally finds me. Weird cat.
Vegas is booked. Now I need to wait just 3 months. I will only wait one week before the Mustang is pulled out. Best part of Spring. Getting the car out.
I like having no obligations for the day. Thus if someone wants to catch a Brewers game, I can take off.
Or I can sit and catch up on whatever is on the DVR. Or watch movies. Or play poker.
That sums up what I did.
Oh yeah, I also watched the Wisconsin Badger hockey team play one hell of a game! Triple overtime. 1-0 victory. I couldn't help but think how great this game was. Both goaltenders were at the top of their game, making huge saves. The Cornell goalie was fantastic but for a one-timer. Funny how this is the kind of game that a non-hockey fan might look at and think was boring. People who don't like hockey don't understand what OT 1-0 games are like. These aren't the product of two crappy teams getting no offense. If is goaltending wizardry. Spines like slinkys. Legs jutting out to make a crucial save and then flopping back to stuff a rebound shot. The game was a nail biter and worth every minute.
The Wisconsin Badger women's hockey team took down a championship yesterday too. Congrats ladies! Would be something for the men to win it as well.
So as I sat around being a bum yesterday I noticed one thing. Why do cats always decide to fall asleep on your chest when there are only 10 minutes left in a movie? Twice yesterday my cat decided that was the best time to try to get some zzzs. Both times I would have to pick him up and set him aside so I could change the DVD. Dope.
I also noticed something else about the pussy. If I am up late and he falls asleep elsewhere besides the bed, he gets disoriented. I can hear him realize that I went to bed and he come around crying. Like I took off without telling him. He gets calmed down when he finally finds me. Weird cat.
Vegas is booked. Now I need to wait just 3 months. I will only wait one week before the Mustang is pulled out. Best part of Spring. Getting the car out.
posted by StB at 7:57 AM
2 Comments:
My cat does that same shit especially if I go to bed without him.
As for the hockey. I have never been a fan of hockey, but my friend is. He has been begging me to go to a game. He told me if I went to one that I would be hooked.
Nothing like driving with the top down, wind in your hair, dust in your face, bird crap on your head.
Just kidding, so do I get to drive you home in the 'stang after you fall off the wagon?
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