Both cats had nicknames, Seamus was aka Wexler. I don’t know how these names came about, but for a while, it’s what I called them.
Anyway, for once, Rose is not cuddling the underside of my laptop, meowing non-stop. No, instead she is sleeping in a ball beside me on the couch. Sounds pretty good, right? […]
My mom came to visit yesterday. We don’t get to see each other nearly enough, and when we do it always seems rushed.
To make a long story short, her car stinks. It was stinky on (Canadian) Thanksgiving, and we did a quick search for the source of the horrible smell and came up empty handed. […]
I was born in Woodstock, Ontario (see below) and lived there for the first year of my life. Then my family moved to Welland, where we stayed for about 3 years. Then we moved to Queenston Heights, which is near Niagara Falls, and lived on the production chicken farm for about another 3 years. We […]
Spoken in a very angry voice:
“Then I am going to THROW THIS PICTURE OUT!” Accompanied by some very serious paper scrunching and flaring eyes.
“But first I need to know which garbage bin it goes in!“
Long time no blog. It’s hard, what with work, work, work and day-to-day difficulties of the personal sort. At least there’s love.
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One day I will publicly post the story of yesterday’s day trip. One day, when I feel like I will not be charged with a federal offense. Or two.
This is a picture of the first toy I ever made. I wish I could remember her name! I designed it, and my mother sewed the seams […]
