Hockey

Mom got a fone call this morning. And @ 1st she was all, "Oh, it's so good 2 hear from U! We don't talk as much as we used 2!" Then she got this unhappy look on her face and sed, "No way, Lynn, they're on punishment from when that little horndog was hanging signs all over the school about what he was going to do 2 my little girl when she turns 16 on April 1. What? U want a 'colourful Sunday hockey story'? Y can't Mike go 2 a hockey game, then? Not plausible NEmore? Now, really, I don't think. . . . No, no--I don't want another ten yrs of menopause, now that U mention it. No, I don't want my butt and nose 2 get NE bigger. OK, OK, U win. They can go 2 hockey 2nite, but then the restrictions R back in place!"

So then she got off the fone an' told me I hadta call Ger an' set up a d8 w/him this evening 2 go C the tournament playoff game between the Warriors an' the Panthers. Mom was all, "This is how it will go, April. U and Gerald will expend copious amounts of NRG cheering during the game. You'll throw up yr arms in the air a lot when the team of yr choice does well. You both will B v. happy with the outcome of the game. Gerald will have his arm around U as U leave the arena, and U will say, "Whoa! Hockey is totally XXHAUSTING!!" And yr boyfriend will have one of thoze gobsmacked looks on his face. I asked Y that wd B, and she sed mayB cuz he playz hockey himself and knows it takes a lot more stamina than cheering in the stands. And I sed I totally know that, and Y wd I make such a st00pid comment abt hockey B-ing xxhausting? And Mom sed "yrs is not 2 question Y" and "that's the way she wants it." She sed Ger an' I had better cooper8, cuz she doesn't want more menopause or more fugly. So I sed OK. NO1 wants Mom 2 have more meno or more fugly--that's like punishing every1!

NEway, so Ger and I R gonna C sum hockey this evening. We're allowed 1 coffee @ Horny T's afterwards, an' then str8 home. Oh, well, @ least I get 2 spend sum time w/Ger. That'll B cube.

Apes