--Red Wings shirts are all clean. *check*
--Wine is chilling in the frig. *check*
--Playoff bracelet is ready to accept 16 red beads. *check*
LET THE PLAYOFFS BEGIN!!
Now, about my playoff bracelet.
I seem to have enough female hormones coursing through my body to keep me from being able to grow a playoff beard. Despite the fact that the motto of my generation was 'sex, drugs, and rock and roll' and that we all were (borderline, at least) hippies in the day, I CANNOT let the hair on my legs grow instead of growing a beard. So, I came up with another idea: a playoff bracelet. And this is what it looks like right now:
(My goodness, but that pic is horrid! My arm doesn't really look THAT bad.)
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