I got called into work last night because the guy who was supposed to come in didn’t know it was his shift and claimed he was too drunk to be able to work anyway. I don’t know, but I’m thinking if he doesn’t get fired I’m sure he will be skating on thin ice.
Speaking of ice, it sure was disappointing that the Flames didn’t win the Stanley Cup last night. I came home to find Anna sprawled out on the couch looking particularly devastated (ok maybe not that bad but I, like her, like to dramatize things). I told her that even though we would have been really happy and celebrated if they had won, the best thing to do now is just put it behind us. That’s exactly what I’m going to do – and to start I’m going to shave off this beard!