“Sweetheart, top-drawer lettuce shows my commitment to the game and is a sacred hockey tradition.” But she’s right, I need a haircut. “How are you feeling?” My voice is groggy. “Meh. How are you feeling? You’re grumpy when you’re tired.” “Maybe I’ve got my period too.” Reaching behind, she slaps my leg. “You couldn’t handle a day with a vagina.”
