Hello there, blogging to you from La Belle Province (that's Quebec to those who don't know/understand and NOT the burger joint to those that do). We are here, DW and I, just until the wee hours of the morning when we must make our way back up to the T-dot. TC has a birthday party at noon and I would really prefer to be home to see her off. Not that her grandfather, my dad, isn't doing a good job of keeping an eye on her for us. More just that this is a new friend, a girl she met at school who happens to live a couple of streets away from us, and it is traditional to see where the friends live and get a handle on the sanity of the parents. :)
So, anyhow, we are out here in frogland and it is still raining on and off. Some idiot drivers out here have tried to remodel the paint job of TR, but a little press on the accelerator and a well placed horn or several seconds of horn tends to convince them that another course. The roads, as you know, are something to be desired... in hell. It so reminds me of how they do things in the States; haphazardly. Anyhow, the suspension of TR seems to have survived so all is right in the world.
It is actually now 9:08AM and we are still here due to a blown plan of leaving at 6-6:30AM. Hard to do that when one is dog tired and warm in a bed. So after a glass of OJ, some brownie bites and a quick stop at the local Timmies (Timmies in English), we are off back to the land of the Anglos.
Unfortunately, TC will have to head off on her own today to her birthday party. We'll chat with her in a couple of hours and see her afterwards. It is always nice to go away but it is always nice to be back home.
Peace.
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