Rainy Day Parade

The rain is teeming down on this cool June day.  You could take a picture out our back window and place it next to the word ‘torrential.’  In less than 2 hours I would be walking down the main street of a small Ontario town in early Canada Day Celebrations.  “I so wish that I…

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I just love my butterfly…

Leafing through Woman’s World while waiting at the vet’s office…   Ad after ad after ad for drugs/products that spend the last 1/16th of their page on the small print. WARNING: may cause dizziness, nausea, itchiness, dry mouth, sneezing, anxiety, twitching, muscle aches, depression, seizures, anal leakage, loss of feeling in your left foot, temporary blindness,…

It’s pronounced VEG-GETTI…

“AS SEEN ON TV!!  IT’S THE VAGGETTI!!!” David does a double take.  “Beg your pardon?” “Oh, wait…  That’s VEG-getti.” “And that’s better because…?” “You stick vegetables in and out comes ‘pasta’.” “Vegetable pasta?”  David shudders. “I was going to mock this mercilessly, but looking at it now, I would totally use it.  Plus then we’d…

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Shower Wall of the Beast…

“You’re telling me this is normal?”  David asks. “Pardon?”  I’m combing through my conditioned hair with my finger tips in the shower.  I glance over at him.  His face is the perfect combination of horror/disgust/concern.  He directs my gaze to the shower wall, where I have been depositing my ‘extra’ hair. I shrug.  “Relatively,” I…

RISSA: MASTER OF LAMPS!!!

“Who needs an eggroll??” I ask from upstairs. “A-PRIL!  NOT EGGROLL MUMMY!!!” “Pardon??” “THERE WAS NO EGGROLL MENTIONED!” “My bad.” “Speaking of eggrolls,” says David. “Nice segue…” “Who’s up for seeing a movie after school?” “Age of Voltron?” I ask excitedly. “ULTRON, Mummy!” “Right ULTRON!” “There was a Voltron, you know,” says David.  “It was…