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A Shootout In More Ways Than One

So the Captain finally got to see a shootout in person and boy was he happy. Even more so because they won. His sister and her husband were at the game too a couple sections over and the kids were happy to see them. I know they were happy to see them because they were tired of seeing us the whole night. We missed the first period due to traffic and parking nightmares. Peanut had no desire to sit for more than 12 seconds at a time. Monkey Boy decided he was going to freeze people as they were coming up the concrete steps to get more booze and food. Try explaining to an almost 4 year old that the Excel Center does not charge for stair usage (though with all the taxes and whatnot on the tickets, they could very well do that). Mike and Ike's were running amok, a $4 Coke was decorating the floor nicely and the poms were excellent floor sweeping utensils to rid out aisle of those unsightly peanuts. At least they amused everyone in our section. We got quite a few "Oh you guys are brave to bring them" and "I think Mommy and Daddy need a nap now". I would have taken a drink. Several.

All in all, it was a good time. We're just not bringing Peanut with until she's 5 and begging and pleading promising to be the bestest little girl ever.

Downside: We got home around 11ish. The kids, and I swear on all things holy this is true, they didn't go to sleep until 2. In. The. Morning.

Upside: They slept until 1130am. I made myself get up at 11. I never get to sleep in so this was awesome. (I love sleeping in but I'm one of those weirdos that when I do get to sleep in, I don't want to sleep too late because then I feel like I'm wasting the day away. I never do anything, I just feel as though the day is wasted if I sleep super long. I told you, I'm weird.)

On a side note, don't you think Andy's mom would start worrying that someone is coming into their house, writing on the Etch-a-Sketch and leaving new toys postioned on her son's bed? Maybe it's just me but I would be investigating that shit right there. (Wow the Wikepedia site is awesome, tons of useless info)


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