Never believe it's not so...

Oh, oh, oh it's magic you know!!!

So, I know I said I'd see ya'll after the 18th, but I just couldn't let last night go un-posted. Last night Daisy & I got to attend one of the most exciting things I've ever seen. That would be the Hawks beating Vancouver. It truly was a roller-coaster of a game and some wonderful new traditions (or superstitions, whatever floats your boat) were born.

Also, I thought I would share the story of the Commandeered Jersey with you so you have something to tide you over.

The Scene: United Center-Fandemonium
The Players: DJ, Daisy, salesman & one unsuspecting child

Picture it:


Daisy & I are in Fandemonium because I wanted to purchase a jersey with my favorite player's number on it. Now, said player is not one of the more "popular" numbers so they don't have as large of a stock.

I proceed to try on the smallest size adult jersey they have and I could have invited a few more friends in it was so big.

So the salesman suggests that we look in the child's sizes and Daisy (in a moment of infinite wisdom) tells me to stay where I am and she'll go check it out.

About 5 seconds later she returns, thrusts a balled up jersey into my hands and mutters something like, "heretakethisjerseyandputitonquick".

Of course, I know better than to ignore her so as fast as I can I throw it on. It fits LIKE A GLOVE.

Long story short, if you're a small child and you have gathered a large pile of purchases; and you look away, don't be surprised if you see DJ & Daisy and then the pile is suddenly missing a few things.

We don't mess around.