Sunday, March 02, 2008


Any day that involves getting up at 5 a.m., an 8 a.m. hockey game, a 10-hour work shift, bed at 11 p.m. without a single episode of "America's Next Top Model" or any gin-and-tonics, and a stupid neck-support collar to be worn while driving isn't what I call a Saturday. I'm just sayin'.


  1. Oh, and Flexeril: Overrated, or just useless? Discuss.

  2. So sorry about the neck! How frustrating that whole experience must have been.

  3. You're not supposed to take Flexeril and drink alcohol. How about you skip the medicine and just drink? That might work.