Boy, can the day get away from you fast! Deadlines today with folks who have no grace period and zero sense of humor, tasks we thought were done over a week ago, until at 3:00 a phone call comes and all of a sudden we’re scrambling and there’s WAAAAAY too much adrenaline.
Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate…
Is it too much to ask for the occasional break? For doing things the right way to actually work out?
The good news? My beloved Kings have made the playoffs for the fifth year in a row. One more game tomorrow to figure out where we get seeded and who we play in the first round, but the playoffs start this weekend. I’ve been working the old school Rogie Vachon sweater – dare I start a playoff beard? It looks so ratty, I tend to look more like homeless guy with a cardboard sign next to a freeway offramp rather than a hockey fan.
And the hair still looks good. No one will notice the scruffy, nerf herder beard. Right?
We Love The Stars Too Fondly 