You seem like a nice guy, and you certainly know an awful lot about the New York Rangers and hockey in general. All in all it’s a pleasant experience to watch you on TV giving your point of view on all things New York hockey.
Except today. I’m not quite sure if this is a temporary oversight, or an ongoing denial of the grievous state of affairs, but right now on MSG you are seated at such an angle to give us viewers a perfect view into your ears, and the gnarly forest of ear hair therein. Oh. My. Goodness. It’s like most of your entire lower ears are covered in wiry brown hair. You look like a troll. My husband and I are alternating between staring in awe and looking away in disgust. A person can only take so much. And you’re on our 47″ LCD TV in HD right now. I don’t need to see ear hair in high definition, larger than life.
Oh my gosh, now the co-host on this show just started asking you about your hair in the 70s. Oh, the humanity!
Please, Stan. Please. Trim up the ear hair.
We spent most of New Year’s Eve driving back home. I wanted to stay in Buffalo until New Year’s Day but the weather forecast was not encouraging of that plan, so we skedaddled yesterday.
We have a Magellan GPS thingamabob for our car, which I love. One spiffy thing it does is it tells you the estimated arrival time for your trip. The whole trip it was in the 12:15-12:30 ballpark. We’d make up time (because it assumes you drive the speed limit, silly Magellan) and then I’d have to pee or a child would demand sustenance, and we’d lose the 15 minutes we’d just gained. With an hour left on the trip, we had it down to 12:04, then Jake wanted to nurse. I was able to appease him with a ‘biter biscuit’ for a half hour, but 30 minutes from home he just had to have him some boob. We nursed just enough to make it happily home, and got back on the road. We ended up being only a few yards from our driveway when the clock in our car struck midnight, so hubby and I were able to give kisses in the driveway and give the kids kisses right on the stroke of twelve. Not a huge deal if it hadn’t worked out, but it was nice that it did.
We got the car all unloaded, a feat unto itself. Did some unpacking, let the kids wind down from being in the car, got them ready for bed, and me and the kids were finally asleep around 3:00 a.m. Then, joyfully, I woke up at 8:00 a.m., one kid on each side of me in my bed, to discover that Lane had her first nighttime accident in two months… in our bed. Oh what fun it is to change bedsheets in a sleep-induced stupor. Or something like that. But we did, and sleep returned, and we managed to sleep until noon. Ta da.
Now, I’m going to make a very late brunch of waffles, and we’re watching the Sabres-Penguins Snow Bowl on TV. Not a bad way to spend New Year’s Day.