TV sucks on Tuesday nights

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I threw Bumper's tights up on the shelf tonight and noticed that the landing made them look like little sitting legs. Ghost legs. Very Hallowe'en. So I took a picture:

Please ignore my complete lack of housekeeping... please.

I also noticed that Bumper has enough Senator's Official NHL gear to outfit the world's most cute and wee hockey team:


Do you know how difficult it is to walk around with a Sens outfitted child in Toronto? Ever heard of Battle of Ontario on Saturday nights? Thank goodness the wearing of this rival gear only happens when I have absolutely no clean clothing for the little lady or I want to make Husband grin when he gets home from work. I'm a Leafs fan but I'm not fanatical about my team, like other members of this household (ahem).

Seriously though, I have walked through the grocery store and had a man look at Bumper and give her sad look (omg, look at that poor little girl) and then shoot me a really dirty look like I have her dressed in rags or something equally cruel. I'm pretty sure it's grounds for calling Child Protective Services in this hockey town. I'd better watch my back.

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I should have listened to you folks sooner, this Blogger Beta is kind of fun and a heck of a lot easier to use compared to the old tools. So obviously I've been playing with my template again and please excuse the mess on my blog. I feel like I'm currently living in a mid-renovation home and I keep having to show my guests through the dropsheet strewn, wall-less foyer and halls into my kitchen. Because I'd host my guests at my kitchen table, feeding them fresh cookies and tea. Seriously - I would.