My new best friend.
Yesterday one of Linda's cheerleader's father came in to chat with Linda. He noticed my plethora of Redwings pictures around my desk. The brave manLinda's head whipped around and said "Maeve, don't kill the student's parents. That doesn't look good".
Turns out the guy is a training coach for the Ducks.
I offered to be the team's new towel girl for the locker room.
We chatted a bit and he got my phone number to call me if he got any tickets for when the Redwings came to town. The players don't always use their tickets for family & friends.
So with any luck, I'll be watching a few games at the H0nda center this year.
Last night GP gave me a reminder of just how big of a chicken shit he is. Steve had the front gate open to help bring a cross breeze in. GP never leaves the yard so this is not a problem.
GP starts barking like there is some one out front. As I looked over to the patio window I see GP come running in the house. He runs up to me and sits down literally in my lap. His hackles are raised. What got him going?
A kid came to our door to sell news papers.