This about sums things up around here tonight.

I had every good intention of writing a blog post, but then… you know… the jeans were traded for the yoga pants, because 1st grade PE kicked me across the face today while I wasn’t looking, and Hubs hollered out, “Come watch the Avalanche game with me!”

And for some reason, trying to understand why anyone thought that it was a clever idea to give grown men STICKS and expect them to play a GAME ON ICE without SMACKING ONE ANOTHER is going to win out tonight over trying to put real words together to create a group of paragraphs that would make an English professor proud.

Happy Tuesday night, y’all…