Tuesday, September 25, 2012

Bad Calls.

The ending of the Packers/Seahawks game last night was a travesty. The scab refs should be ashamed.

But you know who ended up ashamed? Me. Because we kept our baby up past her bedtime (neither of us wanted to miss the end of the game) so she was right there when the call came down and I exclaimed "OH NO WAY! EFF YOU!" (except... eff was spelled with four letters.) So, she knows how to swear at the TV now. It's a life skill I was hoping she wouldn't learn for a few more years. Not until she was four, at least.

The good news is that today she's forgotten allll about it. The Packer fans are still bitter.

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