It's TMS vacation time bitCHes!

Oh hello there. Hope all is well. We're hot. And tired. As we glance over at our Babes of Curling calendar, we see that we have now officially entered "dog days of summer" a.k.a. the part of the NHL off-season WHERE I FUCKING LOSE MY MIND. Oh, it may be lost already, you say? You may be correct. We are writing TMS in the evening after all.

So given the state of the calendar and our mind, we have decided that TMS is off on a little hiatus. There's no fucking point in trying to scrape together some bullet points every morning when there is fucking jack shit going on. FHF is not closing down, we'll still post every now and then should anything develop. Ha! Like that's gonna happen. Seriously, TFS has to sign sometime, right? RIGHT? And me and the boys (and gal) are coming up with some kickass new ideas for some summer filler, now that the World Cup is over [/cries for 15 minutes over Dutch loss, comes back]. They will be brilliant! Uh, they ARE brilliant! That's what we meant to say. But the fact is even blogs should have a relaxing off-season. You can't write about hockey 12 months of the year. That's why I write True Blood recaps (oh look, latest one is up! and it's got a sexy pic!).

So TMS says asta la vista, or more accurately, gauw tot ziens. We'll tell Bobbi you say hi.