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The women’s bathroom here at work smells like cookies. Suffice it to say: this is a change for the better. And this whole purple + sunflower thing is making me twitchy. I feel like I’m in a box of tampons. … Continue reading →

In today’s Globe and Mail, Canadian writer-dude Russell Smith says: I seem to spend a lot of time trying to explain to dull people why Trailer Park Boys is funny. It seems either you get it, or you hate it. … Continue reading →

I’m fooling with the decorations and now I’m tired. So what if sunflowers have nothing to do with cheese and this page now looks like Anne Geddes threw up? Hmmmm? I’m just too distraught by Yaya’s defeat tonight at the … Continue reading →

On Saturday we helped my parents decorate their Christmas tree. And my mom made lasagna. And it was so good I cried inside. It’s just not Christmas unless I am competing with the tree for attention. The tree looked more … Continue reading →

(title bastardized from a line from “underwhelmed” by sloan, the best rock band in the universe) This morning I got an email from a mr. magic elf who wanted me to go to his website and order some of his … Continue reading →