My kid says his nerves are shot. It is entirely possible that we spend too much time and energy on the American election. Dude, it's not even our country.
Weird. Guess I've been busy, and also Facebook is much easier to post on. Which sucks, because I don't much like Facebook's policies and relentless spam and random oopsies which leave your private mail displayed for the world to see and... well, anything, really
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So a few days ago, Justin used the word "threesome." Yes, that meaning of the word. No, I don't know where he got it from. Can't decide whether I'm amused, horrified, or kinda proud.
Chris has no such qualms. "That's my boy!" he said. ::sigh::
It's strange how it really doesn't seem possible that it was eight years ago that my mother died. The time elapsed seems both infinitely shorter and longer.
So Ottawa is at Level 2 drought, 40 hectares around Moodie burned last night and we could smell the smoke at our house, there hasn't been any bloody rain since forever... but our neighbours are still diligently watering their lawn - and, better yet, their DRIVEWAY - twice a day. ::sigh::