If i’m forced to watch football on a Sunday evening…at least let me laugh LOUDLY at the names of the players.
The name of this oh so joyful Sunday night is Guiseppe Mascara.
Oh yes..this would be my face too if my last name was Mascara.
And i’m female.
This is the sad truth about my life.
Instead of laughing my rather round behind off at this seasons IDOL auditions…i’m watching (well..listening) to a game of Italian football.
Where has the world gone to.
Weekend was spent with family and friends. We spent almost all day yesterday at Weemans favourite Lise making applesauce (50 jars give or take 2). We all slept until 09.00 this morning as Weeman thought it was time to chock the living daylight out of his parents. Mindblowing!
I have to admit..i cant take this football stuff anymore.
Im heading to bed. Yes..i know its only 21.02. I dont care. Better that then spending another hour listening to a stadium full of nitwits cheering at a field with 22 grown men in shorts.
All chasing the same f-ing ball. AND they seem to think they are worth million dollar salaries.
For PLAYING all day long.
I say donate 80% of your salaries to charity each month. I’m sure the starving children in Africa or the homeless man you passed on the street today will appreciate it more than you ever can.
And you will still end up a very rich man.
I have a pillow to hit a and z´s to count.
Until later…