I just love Whyte Ave. There are two seasons in Edmonton - winter and summer. If you manage the nine months of winter without being carted away to a mental institute, then the three months of summer (celebrated on Whyte, of course) with the neverending daylight is paradise. The only darkness in the summer months here are the insides of your eyelids after a toxic draft at the Strath-Coma. Which is what I seen until about noon today. Good times. I'm assuming. I'm deathly afraid of calling the person who uses $100 bottles of truffle oil on his veggies to find out how ill-behaved I actually was, though. I do have a distinct feeling I wasn't, either; t felt like all eyes were on me going for coffee today on Whyte. Mind you, I really should have put my pants on before going out the door. But hey, it's Edmonton, anything goes.
Down to the daily countdown to the end of my unemployment...or beginning of phase two of my unemployment. Little Miss OCD here also gets to do her CPR/First Aid training next weekend, should be quite entertaining for everyone involved, "Is he breathing yet? You sure he's breathing? No man, I really don't think he's breathing yet...". Soon little autistic kids everywhere are going to think brushing their teeth three times in a row is perfectly normal. It amazes me how I've made it through life so far.
What do you wear to a baseball game?
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