"...Ovaltine?"

I just 'won' a bra on eBay, a model I've bought there several times, but this time it was lavender and more expensive. I decided I would like that, bid on it, and won.

After I won, the seller approached me that she had matching panties, which I knew as she had 2 auctions, one for bra & one for bra + panties for about $20 more. I said, yes, I knew about them, but I buy my panties at the outlet and those are too pricey for me. Then she wrote and said she had another of these bras in my size and would I like it. No, thank you, just the one, I wrote back firmly.

Just found an invoice from PayPal for the panties with a brusque "Size, please" note attached.

It reminds me of the scene in Young Frankenstein where Cloris Leachman's character just doesn't want to leave Dr. Frankenstein's (new) bedroom (turns out she was the lover of the late Dr. Frankenstein). She offers beverage after beverage, and finally leans back with a parting offer: "Ovaltine?"

Um, no thanks, just the bra, please.

1-0: A good game, and my first real Red penalty

We had a tough game on Sunday. They have many capable players, but they bunched a lot, so much so that when they pulled their goalie in the last minute or so, it didn't help them at all. And we went for the puck a lot, to our benefit.

Steph scored our one goal, a pretty, hard shot that bounced up Nora's stick and dribbled over her shoulder into the goal. Nora seemed pretty mad after that one; understandably so, perhaps. She was pretty damned solid for the rest of the game.

Including when I had a breakaway and she came WAY out (it seemed like she was past the face-off dots toward me. A little unnerving when a goalie who is 6'3" without skates is lumbering toward you, looking larger than life in all that gear. I have no idea what I did, but I didn't get far. I think I took a lousy shot right at her. Of course--why didn't I even try to deke and get around her? Next time. (Good for her for coming out; it was the right thing to do!)

And as for my penalty: We were behind the net, fighting crazily for the puck. I took a good swipe at it, didn't get it, but took out their D's feet completely. She went flying over my stick. There was no whistle, so I thought somehow I'd gotten away with it, but as soon as the puck emerged, there was a whistle and I heard, "93, trip!" Oops. At least my team (go team!) stayed tough and left them scoreless in their power play.

It's funny to have such a low scoring game, but the scoresheet for us (and perhaps them) did show very few shots in total. It sure was fun, though; that is a great, fun team to play.