Okay, I admit. I made dinner – a really good turkey bolognese sauce and whole wheat spaghetti. I drank half of a bottle of Shiraz.
I had to pick up my daughter from work at 3. It was annoying to me as I really wanted to watch the San Jose-Detroit hockey game. I went right from the local grocery to picking up the 16 year old from paint balling all day with friends. Needless to say, the hockey game was 2-0, San Jose by the time I turned on the game. That lead to me cooking because I couldn’t watch my beloved Red Wings lose another game to the Sharks.
I watched the first Red Wings’ goal. I watched the second. The half a bottle of Shiraz and I yelled my way through the third period as I was either screaming at the television for the Red Wings to pick it up or I was refereeing between the 16 year old who wanted to watch the NFL draft and the 12 year old who wanted to play Wii.
I was sooooo excited and happy I almost knocked what was left of my wine all over as Detroit finally scored with a little under one and a half minutes left.
Go Wings!
