the xx winter olympics are fully underway, and i have the dvr working fulltime. between the time lag, job, and my regular shows, i'm recording a lot more tv than i can watch.
but the olympics only come every 2 years, and it's only every 4 years that i get to watch luge, bobsleigh, downhill, and curling--the grandmaster, in my eyes, of winter sport.
throwing rocks down the sheet for 10 ends is the way you are to utilize ice.
and because carla is such a wonderful girlfriend, we have tickets to the curling nationals in april in lowell, ma.
that's right. 3rd row seats to the national curling championships.
do you know how hard it is to get those kind of tickets?
you have no idea.
let's just say we had to shell out over $15 per seat.
but as much as i am excited about that, my heart is preoccupied by something else.
i have a stupid cat.
carla and i fear that our little boy, napoleon, is the feline version of forrest gump.
the little guy is affectionate and cute, as all cats should be, but he just doesn't seem that smart. he can't figure how to get to stuff, he freaks out at any loud noises, and he gets this look on his face sometimes that makes me think that his brain is completely off and the only reason he is breathing is because he's not smart enough to figure out how to stop.
but i love him anyways.
but not like this guy loves cats.
on second thought, you might not want to click that...
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