Sunday, 2 August 2009

Really, we should know by now that I am a big, fat liar who will do pretty much anything to cheer up her friends...

I went all of two days without blogging and it feels like I cut off an appendage. I need an outlet for my silliness. And for hockey ranting and predictions and stupid bets with the universe. And for doing silly things for people when they are having bad days. Particularly my lovelies, one of whom is having a bad day today (well, yesterday, but I hava funny feeling things won't be 100%, or even close to it, today either).

Alas, when people are down, I like to do what I can to cheer them up. When it is as easy as posting a photo into blogger... um, well it's so easy I'll let it make a liar of me. It's like sending mail. Only without having to hate on Canada Post and CBSA and USPS.

Um, guess what everyone?

The Pittsburgh Penguins Won the Stanley Cup.
Checking, checking.... nope, NOT OLD YET.

Kristopher Letang doing his civic, fraternal-penguin duty in helping gimpy, post-shoulder-surgery-Max-Talbot raise the Cup on Max's day with the Cup in St. Bruno (Montreal), Quebec.

Speaking of the loon...
Dear Sir,
I know you had surgery two days before this photo was taken, but you really need to lay off the opiates...
Sincerely,
Mer

Apparently Kristopher stayed for the par-tay... This photo needs to be spread everywhere on the internet. Ever. Always. So that it becomes the first image that pops up when you Google image search Kristopher Letang.

Dear Kristopher Letang,
Way to be cute, you overly-adorable hug-magnet. FU Penguin should do a post about you. Fer serious. I mean, you ARE a sickeningly irresistible creature that we TRY not to love... And yet we fail miserably. We cannot help ourselves; we are powerless, puck-putty in your Warrior-gloved hands. You make gushing, speechless cooing idiots of us all. AND DON'T YOU DARE DO TH - oh hell, you just HAD to do the swooony hair-comby thing, didn't you??? Of course you did. You have no clue how many squeeing pucks you just spontaneously impregnated, do you? No. You don't. Clueless. Of course.

Seriously. You have it coming. Don't say I didn't warn you.
Mer



Because what better way to cheer a girl up than to have several hundred Filipino inmates dance a tribute to Michael Jackson?

I hope you feel a bit better today, darling.
If you need anything (Kporn, movie suggestions, Ben & Jerry's, hockey haiku, stern letters to the universe), you let me know.

Cosmic lovelovelove.

5 comments:

Val said...

I am sooooo glad that you are back, and you are not a big, fat liar, just a great writer and friend...bring it, sister!

Susan said...

Yipee, Mer is back! I am soooo happy that you decided to continue "Peachy", I've been going thru withdrawal already.

To whomever is having a bad time: a GREAT BIG HUG to you. I don't know who or what, but my thoughts are with you. I hope things get better sooner rather than later!

Gen said...

Ooooh I'm so glad you're back. Is it bad that I can't wait for december 23rd?

25superstar said...

i knew you wouldn't last.
bwahahaha.

vancitycanuck said...

I'm glad to hear that you haven't given it up.