do you remember how I said I was going to get an east coast accent? well, great news. I was seeing a patient today, and at the end of the encounter he asked where I was from:
"newfoundland?" he posited.
"no, ontario actually," I replied as I switched back into my upper canadian patois
"well I'm sure glad you didn't say toronto at least"
needless to say I did not correct his misconception. I do not think he was a fan of city slickers.
I think I may have a disease. the lamp situation has gotten so out of control that our home has become a lamp store. literally, a place where strangers can come to buy lamps. our front hall is full of lamps that I am desperately trying to unload in order to accommodate the two new lamps I may have purchased over the weekend. we have sold one so far, but it would seem that lots of inventory remains.
p.s. the only cure for the disease is more lamps.
p.p.s. I may also have another lamp on order but I am only telling you this because it raises such a sweet tale of rapport. I walked into one of the larger home decor stores in town, asked for a lamp, and they said they would order it and get in touch with me, and then I walked out. I HAVE SO MUCH LAMP RAPPORT THAT I DO NOT NEED TO BOTHER WITH NAMES AND PHONE NUMBERS LIKE SOME MERE LAMP MORTAL.
fat or prego. guess which. SOMETIMES IT IS VERY HARD TO TELL.
and I do not know what the show would be called but the second season would be subtitled "eating for two".
did you know that mila has stopped using fabric softener when doing the laundry? no, I did not know that either. but I was doing some laundry the other day and informed her that we seemed to be low on bounce sheets. she was decidedly unconcerned. unconcerned, I realized, because she had long ago discontinued the use thereof. seriously, is this what happens when you delegate tasks? I end up with scratchy clothes AND AM AT RISK OF STATIC CLING?
sometimes my pile of magazines to be read becomes dauntingly large. but then I realize that a good chunk of that pile is healthy eating articles in food + wine, and no one can honestly expect me to read that drivel; the pile suddenly becomes far less daunting.
"it's like the voice of an angel"
srsly? if she has the fever she is really going to have to go into isolation or something.
