I came home....

...from the cottage to some disturbing news. The boy had picked up a Roch Voisine cd at a yard sale. When I asked him why (and secretly hoped he would laugh it off, indicating he had made the purchase purely for irony's sake) he said that there was a really good track on that album.

Let it be noted, that while I have never actually broken up with a guy over his musical tastes, I have certainly been turned off enough to learn of a potential mate's less refined musical appreciation, that I have immediately relegated perfectly good men into the "friends only" cetegory. I am a music snob, have been for years.

Now, I am able to make certain concessions. For instance, I understand the Boy was born almost a full decade prior to myself. Based on his being born in '72, his muscial likes & dislikes were pretty well being cemented during the early to mid-80's. This could be either very good or very bad. In his case, it's both. He likes some great bands. One of his favourites is The Cult. This is, in my opinion, good. Another one of his favourite bands is Def Leppard. This I can let slide. Now, having recently learned that he also likes a Roch Voisine song...well, this could be grounds for termination of relationship.

I'll let you know which way things go.

It's become...

...somewhat of a yearly tradition during the annual trek to my college reunion at the cottage.

Each year, within 5 minutes of departing, a dog barfs in the car. This year, the honour was Oliver's.



Thanks for keeping the streak alive buddy.

Apparently the boy & I....

happened to come across the worst artist in the history of busker festival caricature artists.



She sketched me with an uncanny resemblance to Danny McBride.



Thanks for the ego boost lady.

One of many ways....

....to permanently scar a 12 year old.



At the very least this captures the instant all the merits of going vegan start running through her head.

It may not...

...have been considered a "fine dining" establishment that we were in....but is it too much to ask that fellow patrons keep their shoes on while eating? Of greater concern to me was that this was a buffet. Was she going to put shoes on to make the trek to the food? We didn't stick around to find out.

The Jean Machine was in town...

...who knew Joey Ramone had been re-incarnated as a woman living in Grey County?

Where have I been....

...you ask?

Oh, just overseeing the day-to-day care and development of an infant human being. No biggie.

Anyways....during a recent shopping excursion I came across the creepiest toy I've ever seen. Sort of a wino/hobo/bunny hybrid. Yuck.