Come here, go away (Erm... I mean, hooray and boo)

(Wherein I outright steal an idea from Tomato Nation, because I'm a plagiarizing git).

Hooray, Wade Redden. Watching you put your all out there on the ice, with your beautiful intense eyes peering out below those sexy eyebrows, while your mom is dying and you're scooting back to Saskatchewan between games to be at her side, makes me want to be Mrs. Redden more than ever before.
(ETA: um, as his wife, not his deceased mother. Maybe as a puck bunny I'd have time to proof my posts).

Boo, Leaf fans everywhere. Misdirected spite is so two weeks ago.

Hooray, cute little fledgling tulips and droopy mini-leaves on the trees. I like your tenacity.

Boo, rain. Enough.

Hooray, Kellie Pickler. Even though you can't really sing that well, and you sometimes seem too dumb to even function, I find myself really, really wanting you to be the next American Idol, and I suspect the judges kind of do to despite their mean comments, because they're never quite as mean as they should be and tonight Simon gave you this adorable look of fatherly affection after slamming your performance.

Boo, Taylor Hicks and your bag of tics.

Hooray, imminent tax refund! There are ever so many pretty things to purchase!

Boo, ridiculous spring fashion trends. Namely the three-quarter-length-tights with mini-mini-jean-skirt look. No offense if you're a fan, but I just don't dig it.

Hooray, e-mails from long-lost/far-away people. You're making my inbox very happy of late.

Boo, silly boys who can't figure out how to treat my awesome friends. Learn to behave. Seriously.