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:
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…
It’s official – we are slaves to the internet. Thankfully the internet does not manifest as Jabba the Hutt and I don’t have to wear a bikini with a collar and leash – so that’s a plus. (Although to many, this might be deemed a perk.) Not the Internet While in Toronto last week, we…
My great friends Amber and Anne-Marie and ME with the Bloggess! So you know that gal in Total Recall, the one with the three breasts? Well I must be a sci-fi lover’s wet dream, because I have six. Yep – SIX. Four in the front, two in the back. Let’s do the math again, just…
WARNING: LANGUAGE Rissa was snuggled into her bed. I was lying beside her. From the main floor we heard David: “BLAAAAARGH!!!!!! SON OF A FUCKING BITCH!!! ARGH!! FUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!!!” Followed by “I’m FINE!. FUCK!!! I’M FINE!“ David stomp, stomp stomps back up the stairs. “Grumble, grumble, grumble…” “What happened?” I asked, maintaining a straight face….
I wasn’t awake enough when I was reading the news this morning. I read this: “Turkey on edge as Syria widens offensive” and all I could think of was turkeys threatening to jump off the ledge of a building. Which of course brought to mind the WKRP episode where they have a ‘turkey drop’ from…
So… Picasso… I’ve now been up close and personal to some of his greatest works at the AGO exhibit. I can now say with some knowledge – “His Rose Period is my favourite period.” Boy With a Pipe 1905 Picasso’s rose period was 1904-1906 (ish), in case you too, wanted to pretend you have…