Night 3. THAT song is going through my head, over and over.
There was only one solution.. replace it with a stronger entity that isn't as distasteful.
Take a Letter Maria.
I had no choice, I had to bring out the big guns. This would have been my third consecutive sleepless night. The good news is that TaLM hasn't re-rooted in my brain so far. Maybe I'm safe?
Hockey was a bit sad for me and HUGELY, MASSIVELY successful for Aidan. When the Saddledome lights dimmed and I could see swirling spotlights I was expecting to see him. However, two colour commentary guys suddenly filled the screen and talked about stats. Grrrrr... (Oh well.. I got a few rows of the Marie Antoinette socks done while I waited)
Aidan came home with 2 hockey pucks, a beautiful jersey, and more joy that any boy is normally entitled to. He'll be talking about last night until he' a very old man, I'm quite sure.