That’s the thing about football

AFL Grand Final day today. I enjoyed it not so much because of the footy but because it’s a whole day of friends, drinks, food, sun and antics. Had a big lunch then got my cider on, followed by a walk to the beach with the girls, came back and watched the second half of football with the guys (Ok, Hawks well dominated Sydney, congrats for the second year in a row), then spent the rest of the day and evening hanging out. Felt very slothful and loving life. slothdirtsleep

Hawthorn Won the AFL Grand Final

I was going for the Dockers, but congratulations to the happy Hawks!
Sloth-Darts
Sloths are too slow for footy, but you can always connect them to everything and anything:
From William Shakespeare’s “King Lear”:
“False of heart, light of ear, bloody of hand—hog in sloth, fox in stealth, wolf in greediness, dog in madness, lion in prey. Let not the creaking of shoes nor the rustling of silks betray thy poor heart to woman. Keep thy foot out of brothels, thy hand out of plackets, thy pen from lenders’ books, and defy the foul fiend. Still through the hawthorn blows the cold wind, says, “Suum, mun, nonny.” Dauphin my boy, my boy, cessez. Let him trot by.”