Twas the night before Christmas.....





when all through the house,

 not a creature was stirring

cos Clicquot devoured the mouse.

The CH stocking was hung by the chimney with care

 in hopes that Santa puts a win in there.

Merry Christmas!

Twas the night before Christmas.....





when all through the house,

 not a creature was stirring

cos Clicquot devoured the mouse.

The CH stocking was hung by the chimney with care

 in hopes that Santa puts a win in there.

Merry Christmas!

Got Guinness?

I came home after work the other day and was surprised to see that Mr. Moey had done his Christmas shopping.

For himself.  How thoughtful.

Got Guinness?

I came home after work the other day and was surprised to see that Mr. Moey had done his Christmas shopping.

For himself.  How thoughtful.

A letter to Santa.....

Dear Santa,

Can you please bring me back my Habs?  You know the team that used to win a lot of games and Stanley Cup championships every other year?

Can you please bring me my blogging mojo back?  See above.  Even my rants fizzle and die (much like the Habs) before I can get them to paper.

Can you please bring snow for Christmas Eve?

Can you please bring me the Chatty Cathy doll that I asked for when I was four years old and never got?  I've  never forgiven you for that.  And no, the doll that spoke twice the amount of phrases didn't suffice.  I don't like imposters, it's all or nothing for me. (See item one again). Or at the very least, if you can't deliver on the doll (again) can you leave cash to cover the cost of years of therapy it's taken me to get over that fateful Christmas?

Oh, and one last thing Santa, when you come this year can you park your sleigh at the end of the street?  The pitter patter of eight tiny reindeer on the roof scared the shit out of my kitties last year. 

Love,

Moey

A letter to Santa.....

Dear Santa,

Can you please bring me back my Habs?  You know the team that used to win a lot of games and Stanley Cup championships every other year?

Can you please bring me my blogging mojo back?  See above.  Even my rants fizzle and die (much like the Habs) before I can get them to paper.

Can you please bring snow for Christmas Eve?

Can you please bring me the Chatty Cathy doll that I asked for when I was four years old and never got?  I've  never forgiven you for that.  And no, the doll that spoke twice the amount of phrases didn't suffice.  I don't like imposters, it's all or nothing for me. (See item one again). Or at the very least, if you can't deliver on the doll (again) can you leave cash to cover the cost of years of therapy it's taken me to get over that fateful Christmas?

Oh, and one last thing Santa, when you come this year can you park your sleigh at the end of the street?  The pitter patter of eight tiny reindeer on the roof scared the shit out of my kitties last year. 

Love,

Moey

Not even this is helping........

ease the pain of watching the Habs this season.  I just want the team fixed, no matter what it takes.  I want a competitive consistent team and I don't care who stays and who goes in order to get it.  No favorites, no allegiances, it's all about winning.  Fire the GM, fire the coach, trade whomever.   Just.do.it.