We’re at another wedding this weekend with little time to write/edit (fingers crossed for sunshine around 3:00 p.m. for Pete & Kate), so may I please direct your attention to these:
What Canadians say instead of “um.” I am not rich enough to warrant my politeness. I paid $26 for a buffet breakfast this morning, because I didn’t want to offend the waitress. See, she’d already poured me juice… I was unwilling to abandon a tumbler of orange juice on account of the fact that I…
So why is it that when you’re sick, your mouth feels like the bottom of a birdcage? What is that? It’s like the virus crawls up onto your tongue when you sleep, lies there overnight all cozy and pasty white under you uvula, clutching your tonsils and adenoids as fleshy stuffed toys for comfort. It…
WARNING: FEMININE GROOMING IS DISCUSSED! Why, oh why, oh why can we women not be happy with our bodies? Why do we obsess over details that other people don’t even notice? Yesterday, on the drive back from Toronto, what did I notice? My arm hair. Of course looking at it now in the light of…
I’m spending so much time stoned now. Not REALLY stoned. Just migraine medication stoned. And menstrual medication. And arthritis medication. I slept for 4 extra hours one morning after taking the most innocent-looking of pills. It was a wee trapezoid shape – so wee and pretty. It knocked me out. It was the best nap…
So this appeared in my news feed recently… Movember moustaches may hold hazards Seriously? This is a news story? What is the CBC doing? And show of hands, how many men out there don’t wash? And by that I mean EVER. How many don’t wash their faces EVER? How many don’t take the time to…
So you know how I posted about Jeff Buckley’s cover of Hallelujah? I didn’t reckon it would shuffle onto our playlist last night as we were driving home from Toronto, nor did I think that it would make me cry for a completely different and soul-shattering reason than at the beginning of the day. I’m…