A funny thing happened on the way to the Tesco

I bought groceries tonight for the first time in eons and I decided to pick up a bottle of port. And I got ID'd. My reaction was, really? I thought the drinking age in this country was, like 16. I saw a program the other night about Britain's youngest drinkers and I was literally old enough to be those kids' mom. I mean, If my kids can drink, so can I dammit!

Luckily I had my passport on me and I could prove my age. I mean, this isn't BC, this is supposed to be an alcoholic's paradise. This is a city where people were enraged when someone suggested banning drinking on the systems of public transit. 1 in 3 kids live in poverty? Meh. I can't drink Fosters on the tube???? Fucking tossers.


And I thought I was buying grown up food. Organic hummous and broccoli. Pine nuts. Fancy cheese. And what underage drinkers opt for port??? It was so wrong.

Editor's note: This incident did not actually take place at a Tesco, but the store in question has an awkward name. And obviously it didn't really happen on the way, but...c'mon! Creative license.

my dog blog

Look at those eyes! H says she is too much the victim here.

I know how that feels.

epiphany

Along a road all edged with flowers
which passes time in endless years
between the tracks and grassy verge
I found a puddle made with tears

And with that I wanted to be back in school.

It will pass.

Oh November

I haven't updated my blog in a while and there is a pretty good reason why. I have nothing to say. All I do is work work work, and all I can talk about is work complaints. I wonder why I even go home anymore. Wednesday was a 14 hour day, yesterday was a much more reasonable 9 and a half, and tonight is coming up on 10. But I was supposed to be off two hours ago.

It's all par for the course, anyways. I am currently the only employee and I agreed to help out. They increased my salary again and I know (hope) that I am in for a more than decent bonus come X-amas. But can you put a price on spare time? I currently have none.

When I do get home I indulge in the greatest thing of all: series 3 of One Tree Hill. It is amazing. Dare I say it? It's better than The OC. The plot, the characters, the CMM and Sophia Bush tension, it's all too much! 3Way, you were so right.

And when I have a real day off, I go shopping. Not for food, I haven't bought groceries before my Mom was here, but for real treasures of consumerism that make me feel good for days at a time.

I had a dream last night that I went to Montreal for the weekend and that you guys all came to London. Central London looked just like downtown Victoria and we let Transfer drive and she almost got into an accident driving on the wrong side of the road.

Oh. November. It is dark at 4:30.

Happy Guy Fawkes

I just did a little Wikipedia research. Apparently Guy Fawkes is celebrated in Newfoundland and Labrador. Who knew? I guess they hate the Catholics too.

We are going to light fireworks off of our roof tonight. And by we I mean they. My flatmates. I have no desire to lose a hand this evening. I don't know if I even want to watch them... I am a safety girl. This seems decidedly unsafe.

not her dog

I took this picture from Jessica's MySpace profile.

So cute.