All about the skin
For the record (almost a record, but I may have got there earlier, once before), I was early to the office. One bus caught another, due to the downturn in clientele from the schools being “on break”, and I arrived more than a half hour early. Did anyone notice? Or applaud? Not even.
Too early to be sure, but I expect we’ll get a new season before much longer. The snow cover is dropping, and I haven’t had to slide along a sleek bit of sidewalk in days. Next thing I know, I’ll be itching to cycle somewhere (bought two new tubes, just yesterday). The urge will pass, but while I’m dreaming…
Son #3 provided moral support while we made a supper sprint for barrels of chicken. Or skin. Come on, does anyone eat KFC/PFK for the meat? And if you think the company doesn’t get it, check out the product called popcorn. No protein there, lad. We were home before the suppertime movie was really started, and so I had a chance to watch Catherine Keener play mother to the third Olsen sister. IMDB reference number: 1649780.
After careful reflection, I now judge Mr. D guilty. Of almost everything. Rarely has a Canadian comedy offered such consistent politically incorrect humour. Funny, though. As in odd while comedic. Another Maritime snickerfest, although it won’t get past any school principal I’ve ever met. Pools on student romance. A librarian from the Outer Limits. A school secretary with attitude (that’s actually believable). On my “don’t miss it, if you can help it” list.
Just in: Stomping Tom has passed away.
