




The puppy was in literally over his head. You know when Bugs Bunny burrows? Like that. Hilarious.


Our mail usually gets to us before noon, but yesterday the poor guy didn't get to our house until after 6 pm.

Which led to a conversation today:
Me: I don't get why the mailman doesn't know that the red flag goes up when the mail goes in.
Jethro: That's because he's not a hick, honey. He's probably never been north of highway 9.
Me: You were gonna say north of Steeles.
Jethro: Actually I was gonna say north of St. Clair.
I guess that's only amusing if you're familiar with Toronto/GTA geography. Needless to say, most people get nosebleeds the further north from T.O. they get. However, as far as most of my hometown crowd is concerned, anywhere within a 45 minute drive of the city, sorry man, you're in Toronto.
(And if you're tired of snow, I suggest you go to A Room Full of Fireflies and look at photos of beaches and palm trees. I stop by there for a look every hour or so. Nice!)
Someday I'm trading in my snow shovel for a tractor with a snowflinger. I might not even wait until I move out of the burbs!
2 comments:
That poor puppy.
Great blog, I found you over at Pop's site and I know teh, so that means you're super cool!
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