A loss. A bruised knuckle. A smashed chin (thank God for the mouthguard).
A yellow warning card. (mental note: maybe the whacking with a stick not a good idea)
All in a night's game. Better luck next time.
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The ruminations of a mom over a cup of coffee in the morning. Thoughts on motherhood, husbands, work, and all the wonderful and perplexing moments in a woman's life.
1 comment:
the yellow card was a bad call, but whatever. im not the official.
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