So last night I took my daughter to a bubble. This bubble:
The inside looks like this:
New Thursday night practices for the girl child are at this rink aka bubble. (Don’t ask me…I’ve never experienced this in ten years of hockey…)
Practice runs from 8 to 9 pm. At least it’s relatively close…15-minute drive from home.
I didn’t stay in the bubble to watch, there’s no place to sit.
Instead I hung out here in the entrance way:
Shoulda worn my new boots to stare at but then I would have looked misplaced here. Like a flight attendant or something… 😂
I know you’re jealous of my exciting night life! Go ahead and admit it. 😜