US wins 5-3 = many cookies eaten by my Canuck

After the loss by the Canadians, Kurt found solace in the cookies I made yesterday.  After his third or fourth, it was just a distant memory.  Unfortunately the hoser thought it would be a good idea to bring me one to bed to eat.  I don't know about you, but at 11pm I'm not really hungry for sweets, and the idea of waking up with a cookie crumbs stuck to my forehead does not seem appealing.  So he ate it and brushed all the crumbs to my side of the bed...what a wicked hoser, eh?