It’s Friday Night!

It is Friday evening!  Yah!   I love being home.  I love the quietness that usually comes with everyone home from a busy week, tired and doing this or that.  I love being in bed with a kid or two, snuggling, reading or watching a movie.

It’s Friday night.  To be exact, it is 6:18 p.m. and I am home.  My broken butt is yearning for my bed and my book.  Is that going to happen?  NO!

Why?  I’ll tell you why.  My sweet, ever loving, hockey freak husband realized that  he needs to be in Warsaw (40+ minutes away) to coach a select team that NONE of our children are even on because there is apparently no one else.

Here’s the thing… It’s Friday night!!!  He may choose to do this…. I am cool with that.  Forget about him being GONE all week.  Forget that he can’t say NO to folks.  Forget that it’s Friday night!

Not only is it Friday night but because he is gone and he didn’t realize Max has a game tonight too at 7:30 p.m..  Jordan has a game at 8:30 p.m..  He will make it back for Jordan’s game but I will have to go back out, risk injuring other body parts, get Jordan’s skates sharpened, take Max to his game, zoom Jordan over to his arena and then run over to Max’s to pick him up.

Did I mention it is Friday night?
I love hockey!  Yeah Hockey!
Give me a H!
Give me a O!
Give me a C!
Give me a K!
Give me a E!
Give me a Y!
What does is spell?   *&(**&%%^$^$#%$!!!

Hum… maybe I should go get some firewood too while I am out!
Did I tell you Friday Nights are my favorite nights?

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