Meet my friend Nerdette.
Oh, and Governor Palin…Heart called. They want their song back.
And step away from the Detroit Red Wings sweater.
I mean it.
Or I’ll have to bust out my math on just how much money it takes to be a hockey mom. What with ice time and equipment and all. I’ll have to talk about how it’s the most expensive sport for a kid to play and how most American families couldn’t possibly afford to let their children be rink rats. You know, it’s kind of elitist, really. (thanks to my hockey playing dad for reminding me)