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 over there on the left… I am in stress-containment mode. Not for me, but for the other people in my house. The daughter. The husband. When did I become the sane one? As the parent of a 12 year-old daughter, there are certain instances when you find yourself treading very carefully. Last Thursday Rissa…
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…
“I have a plan!” he says. “I know what we can use!” “For what?” “Your outside angina.” “Excuse me?” I gave him the “I couldn’t have possibly heard that correctly” look. He rolls his eyes at me. “AN–gina. I said Angina.” “Okay, that makes WAY more sense to me. I was a bit confused…
Okay, so I might need a babysitter. I know that I keep posting that I don’t, but I think maybe… I do. My hips are hurting… AGAIN… Because why? Because I jogged on the treadmill and now my arthritis/bursitis is acting up. (And yes, I’m only 44 freaking years of age, but I was a…
Yesterday I was in a public washroom. In one of the stalls, someone had left a makeshift toilet seat cover made from artfully placed toilet paper. Woman after woman turned away from that stall as if it the Black Death were in residence. I guess they all assumed that someone had done their business and…
“Quick! We have to distract them!” David says. “How?” Suddenly it comes to him. He lifts up his shirt, wets his finger, draws a cirle around his nipple, all the while singing Barnum’s Circus March. “Do-do-doodle-doodle-do-do-do-do….” He whispers, “It’s called ‘CLOWNING.’ Depending on the patterning around your nipple – it will act as a code.”…