Well Peter Rabbit visited us for Easter. On Thursday we got the surprising news that daughter #2 and SIL will be having a healthy baby boy! No, no Flopsie or Mopsie to outnumber the guys in our household. So it’s official, after years of girls outnumbering the guys, then the girls and guys running neck in neck, we will be +1 boy, outnumbering the Sullins girls. So what has this got to do with the title of today’s post?
Well, Peg had this short story contest and the prize was a beautiful green jacket. Congratulations to Darla at She’s a Maineiac who won. As things work out, we both got our prizes (I’ll be a grandma again…Darla got her well-deserved jacket) and life goes on.
Below you’ll find my entry. In fact I have tweaked it a bit as it’s now become 33% fiction and 67% fact. You know, art reflects life and life reflects art. If you haven’t read it, I’ll let you discern the fact from fiction. Anyway, I thought I would go ahead and share it with you. Read on.
“I met this hockey fan when I got caught speeding,” I explained to my bff.
“Say what?” bff asked.
“All of a sudden I saw these cherry lights in my rear view mirror. I pulled my ear buds out and then I heard it. His siren. Uh-oh.”
“Miss” he said, “Do you have any idea how fast you’re going?”
“Oh dear, officer. I’m sorry. I’m on my way to a hockey game and I don’t want to miss the face off. I’m new on the job and my boss bought us all tickets.”
“Hockey…huh?…you do need to be careful. Can’t take the roads like those hockey players take the ice.”
“Yes, officer, I’m sorry.”
“Who’s playing? …uh…Tom What-cha-ma-callit with the Dallas Stars.”
“Who? Oh you mean Tom Wojciechowski?”
“Yes, that’s it. His name is Tom Wha-cha-cha-cha-ski.”
“Tom Wojciechowski,” he pronounced his name again slowly. “Here…let me write it down for you.”
He wrote it down and handed me this little slip of paper. I put that piece of paper in the pocket of my Aileen green blazer. I’d bought it because it had the colors of the Dallas Stars…green, gold and some red… and, because I knew that the guy with the dreamy blue eyes whose office was down the hall would be there.
“Dangerous game hockey. Dangerous as a car speeding. But Tom Wojciechowski plays fair. No checking from behind or boarding. That’d get a five-minute major in the penalty box. Here’s your speeding ticket.”
“I was glad I had brought kleenex. I wanted to cry. This new job was costing me.”
“Oh, may I ask a favor? You can text me at this number…let me know if our man scores.”
“Dressed in my colors so ‘you know who’ would notice me I got to the game. The puck went flying. Ostoski took control and then Wojciechowski took possession. Then, he hurled the puck into the net right past the goalie.”
“Who was that?” a girl from the office asked.
“Tom Wojciechowski,” I answered.
My boss was impressed. I hadn’t butchered his name.
Right in front of us as we sat behind the glass, Ostoski checked Wojciechowski from behind.
I jumped up yelling “Five minute penalty!”
Again my boss looked at me impressed.
Unimpressed my bff asked me, “Did ‘what’s his name with the blue eyes’ ever talk to you?”
“No, he brought a date and was totally into her green eyes. hmmmm….I think I’m going to take that jacket back. I got this speeding ticket…and then I broke my foot.”
“You broke your foot at the hockey game?”
“I broke it as I was leaving. I texted this hockey fan that Tom had scored three times and Dallas had won 3-0. I never saw the stairs in front of me.”
So Peter says I'm going to be a granny rabbit again
So the three Sullins girls press on. Daughter #2 will become a mama soon. I look forward to becoming a grandma for a second time. 
*A hat-trick or hat trick in sport is the achievement of a positive feat three times during a game, or other achievements based on threes. (Wikipedia)
