It was also Mr. Moey's birthday, I had my birthday dinner at the Ritz in Grand Cayman, Mr. Moey got pizza and the Leafs. I think that sounds like a fair trade, no? In all seriousness, I'll be taking him to his favorite restaurant sometime in the next month or so. We've been going here for years and it's always good. I highly recommend it.
I ordered the pizza for 8:00 PM, Mr. Moey lit the fire and we opened a bottle of Liberty School Syrah.
The Habs paid a nice tribute to Pat Burns at the beginning and a shout out to the crowd who managed to maintain a moment of silence, it was an impressive show of respect. Beating the Leafs on a Saturday night always feels satisfying, shutting them out was even better. Carey Price is off the charts good.
Although Mr. Moey's birthday was kind of low key, he did get a present from the furkids. (I've ordered something for him online and it hasn't arrived yet).
I had bought myself a pair of crocs at the dollar store in the summer, our backyard was in shambles and they were the perfect shoe for wearing in muck and rocks. You just hose them down at the end of the day. Mr. Moey thought they were a good idea, but thought they were just for women. My pair are a bright fuchsia. Don't be silly I told him, if they're good enough for this guy, they're good enough for you.
The hard part was finding them, not every store stocks them. Of course, these aren't from the dollar store, they're the real deal.
|Mr. Moey's manly crocks|
|The furkids have a sense of humor, check out the card they gave him, sadly there were four of them when they bought it. R.I.P Tara.|