I feel that I must apologize.
(gee, Baroness - how many conversations/letters/blogs of yours start this way?)
I realize that, over the last couple of weeks, my enthusiasm for all things Canada may have been just a titch insufferable for a few of you.
So, in an effort to be ecumenical, I will start to wrap up the festivities with just an overview of the things the vonB's witnessed yesterday on our jaunt downtown.
You know, our jaunt to see the people at the place play the thing.
You know, our jaunt to see the people at the place play the thing.
On ice.
That some people may or may not have won.
A medal.
That may or may not have the chemical symbol Au.
All that aside, thanks to the power of my Hockey Socky:
I now have a fascination with head wear.
(which was the truth)
I did not tell her that she looked like my garden gnome.
(which was also the truth)
I did not tell her that she looked like my garden gnome.
(which was also the truth)
And this:
(Although - no offense, lady - NO ONE rocks the Quatchi head better than this guy:
that I hadn't surreptitiously gotten into some sort of Bill and Ted phone booth,
and then check the back of my head to make sure
I didn't have a gaping wound of some sort that would cause hallucinations...
WTH?
You are a far way from Wisconsin, Dorothy.
and then check the back of my head to make sure
I didn't have a gaping wound of some sort that would cause hallucinations...
WTH?
You are a far way from Wisconsin, Dorothy.
But wait! Here's another who has infiltrated the perimeter:
raising our cholesterol
rendering us gassy
and defenseless
There were law enforcement officers (v. friendly, btw), who were wearing ushankas:
His partner quickly suggested it was roadkill.
His partner was not wearing a ushanka.
Jealous much, buddy boy?
(I would never call a RCMP officer 'buddy boy')
(within Taser range)
There was the patriotic:
And its sad counter-part - 'What has 4 thumbs, and is not cool?'