Or as we used to say in Minnesota...Curling...the, ("ahem" "sport" cough, cough) for kidlets whose Moms wouldn't let them play Hockey :)r/e
I know. I'm having flashbacks to the conversation I had with my dad when I tried to explain why I chose to go out for Badminton in PE.Path of least resistance for me.
Badminton, sigh... the sport you can't even talk about with your blog losing "G" rating standards on blogger.com:)
Ha!I shutter to think.
It's ROCKS into the house. Not stones. At least thats what the teacher said.~Your curling daughter
Stones are what old guys your age "pass" in the house. Curling is what you do, if you have enough hair. Hocky is the sound you make before you spit on the ice. Now you know.
That is right on the button!
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