Still Life with Goalie...

It's 8:20 am, and I'm awoken to a plea, "promise you won't be mad"? I roll over, realizing it's 8:20.

Sure, I promise.

All my hockey gear is downstairs.

So? it's usually downstairs. At the front door. I trip over it, I'm used to it.

No....it's downstairs, and all spread out, trying to dry.

Oh. That's different. That means that the smell of hockey equipment has had all night to invade the the house. That's just not right. That equipment does *not* smell like daisies. Not at all. My Christmas tree smell doesn't stand a chance against hockey equipment. Goalie equipment is the worst.

Assmonkey.


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