Ooops, almost didn’t post today. That would have been a disaster considering my ambition is to post every day this week. I know, I could have remained silent on that and no one would have known about my near failure, or indeed my failure tomorrow, or whenever it comes, but then I wouldn’t have had any opening sentence for this post. And that would have been a real disaster. After without an opening sentence I wouldn’t have gotten very far in this whole post, would I?
Can’t have a second sentence without that first one.
Was at footie this evening. We’re playing twice a week now. Once indoors, once outside. When I say we… well, I’ve missed the past few Thurs due to “other commitments”, jayzis, you’d think I had a life or something interesting like that.
Luckily enough we had a grand total of no injuries today. Which was nice as last week there was an incident involving a football being kicked and a football smashing into someone’s face. Not mine, which was good for me. But straight into the glasses of the person who was hit, which was not good for him.
I’ve also decided to upload a couple of batches of photos to flickr and have discovered that I haven’t stuck anything up there at all this year. My god! That’s shocking. I’m thinking that most will have to be private, what with the drinking and the actual peoples there, but sure if you don’t know me you wouldn’t be interested in pictures of me and my good friend Mr. Alcohol.
Also, and hugely importantly, the Six Nations kicks off this weekend Are we thrilled with excitement Me and de mudder are heading to Croke Park on Sat to watch Ireland kick Italy’s ass. And if we don’t win, convincingly, we’ll instead have a “wee chat” with Mr. O’Sullivan, so we will.
Title from Titanic, see the link there? Disaster movie, but this post is instead a fabulous avoidance of disaster!
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Whew, you almost had me on that 'having a life thing'. I'm vehemently opposed. Unless it was the kind of life that led me to say that I was thrilled with excitement. Which, btw, I have no idea where it comes from. Speaking of excitement, you need a face shield or something; footballs + faces = not good.
We now have a softer ball and certain individuals have been banned from taking shots. Much better fun :)
Of course I know!
Whose face was smushed? Not the lovely face of my wee cutie I trust? Now he'll never be a teen model.
And you *have* a life – I was only complaining about it to Copper t'other day, 'bout how now that you were ag dul amach ag carousach an t-am ar fad, it made me and my eschewing of all forms of activity that don't involve (a) dvds (b) an t-idirlion (c) caoineadh (d) lÃ©amh (e) food look positively *dull*.
I've been in a terrific mood all day and you've just helped me figure out why- the six nations starts this weekend. waahey. I'll be thinking of you in Croker from a packed pub in Italy.
No, not "cutie" and he's a bit old to be a teen model.
Red, enjoy our victory (finger crossed and all that)
He's not old, he's mature. Like fine wine.