Posted by Loulou on Jun 19, 2014 | 2 comments

OH, NO I’m about to be late for the game!!! And Muslera is the Uruguayan goalkeeper.  I LOVE him!!!

World Cup, that is. If I weren’t such a soccer sucker, I’d be out chasing butterflies or merles or geckos or lizards, but alas, I have been bitten by the bug that glues me to the boob tube with mama and papa for practically every game in the Cup. Tonight, England (beaten by ITALY—bravo!) will face off with Uruguay and we’ll see if one of them manages to advance to the knock-out phase.

Here’s the thing: I really fell for the Mexican goalkeeper’s amazing ability, but then the Chilean guy, Claudio Bravo (what a name!) came along and he’s pretty able, too. I think a lot about whether I could be a goalkeeper or an attacker, and I think I’m going with attacker. Getting that ball kicked at me from all angles just doesn’t ring my bells, plus I really don’t want to wear those gloves that make you look like a mole!!! Moles are for hunting, not for wearing although mama had a sketchbook made of mole skin that I think was only called that, not really made of moles! I mean, do you know how many little moles you’d have to catch to make a book that size?

I digress. So tonight, a big game after mama and papa have their sushi. I won’t go there because that was the name of that no-good kitty in their past and I don’t want to know about her. There’s a drawing of her on this blog but I’m lobbying to have to removed…

SO—-forza, England and Uruguay, and may the best team triumph. My cheerleading will certainly help.

Fight, fight, fight!!! Win, win, win!!!

(I have pompoms but mama forgot to photograph them…)

Hey, on another subject.  Send me your blogsite and I’ll link to it on my links page!!!

I don’t want any missing links, haha.