Sleepy Times

I should be off to bed, but I'm too tired to make it upstairs, and shower my sweaty self. I just got home from my floor hockey game. It is not my idea of fun, to play floor hockey at 10pm at night. Especially when there are only 3 girls on my team this year. BOO. Anyways, we haven't done so well this year, I think we're in the bottom of our league, but we do have fun, and we normally manage to find something to gripe about, regarding the other team.

Do you know of certain things that used to drive your Dad crazy when you were a kid? Some of my Dad's were slurping soup off your spoon, allowing your teeth to contact your eating utensil, and drawing pictures on the inside of car window's. I can honestly say, that last one, is getting to me too. SORRY DAD FOR ALL MY YEARS OF WINDOW PICTURES. I guess you don't hate that someone else does it, until you're the one who has to clean it, or the one who has a hard time seeing out the window when you're driving because of it.

Someone- not to mention any names (Troy) has scraped nearly every inch of window I can see out of, with a credit card. I know it was Troy cause I, like my Dad, would never do such a thing myself. in fact, did I tell you about the frozen car incident a couple weeks ago? Even in that situation, it never occurred to me, to do such a thing. Anyways, today I had to go get a car wash, because I could not see out my car windows, as my car was too dirty. Literally, every move I made, was in faith, that God would not let me hit anyone, cause I could not see. Anyways, after sitting in the car-wash line for 40 minutes, I finally got my car all shiny and clean, only to notice that now the inside windows of my car are all nasty. I think someone may have a job to do on Saturday (not to mention any names (TROY!!))

Anyways, I better get to bed, or I'll never be able to get up in the morning.

Ciao!

S