Holy Mackerel

Today's post is brought to you by my favourite neighbours. Thank you for supporting my site, assholes. Today's post was actually going to be about something totally different, maybe about how it sure feels like spring around here, which is like a month early. I even saw a few flies outside the other day, which made me do a triple take while driving around town, and I almost drove into the postman who was probably in the middle of the road, so it wasn't even my fault. Whatever. So, back to my scintillating post of today. But before I do, I just wanted to apologize in advance for YET ANOTHER FREAKING POST ABOUT THE NEIGHBOURS. I clearly cannot help it. It's beyond my control. It's become an addiction of sorts, I'm starting to think. I might have to get help. And here is where Mr. Handsome would say, "Might?" So, like I think I was saying, the neighbours. Here I was, minding my own business (because that's what I do), and I happened to look out ...

Spring has sprung in our lovely city. One of my favourite times of the year, besides Happy Hour. One of our first tulips in our front yard. Most neighbours' flowers have been up for awhile. Our tulips are developmentally challenged. I'll be heading to the Canada Tulip Festival soon, I'm thinking. Because their tulips are amazing. Not sure what these are. Daisies, perhaps? Any garden gnomes out there have any ideas? Anyone? Buehler? The muted, hazy colours caught my eye as I walked Gryphon at the local dog park. Of course, he was too busy sniffing another dog's crotch at the time to notice and share in the joy with me. Bloom bokeh. Dogwood blossoms in my front yard. Awesomeness. This dogwood bush used to be huge. Now it is a mere ragged bush. This is what happens when you ask Mr. Handsome to trim the bushes. Tree seeds. When I took this picture, I didn't notice the little purple dots. I love my camera. A flaming yellow bush at the Experimental Farm , our farm i...

I've just re-read the past few posts, and I'm ashamed. I apologize profusely to every one of you, my faithful readers, who continued to read my posts, regardless of the painful, egocentrical blathering I did about myself, my mother and my teenage-angsted daughter. I also wanted to thank each and every one of you for your warm thoughts and great advice. I am so fortunate to have so many friends throughout the world. Amazing, really. Boggles the mind (which, mind you, doesn't take much in my case). You've had enough of this, I'm sure. I know I have. Time to move on. Uh oh, I think I'm now getting a cold sore due to the stress of re-reading those posts. I can feel it brewing under my skin, right above my lip. This does not bode well for all those job interviews I know are about to come my way. I mean, who wants to hire someone with major issues who also has a blown-up, pus-filled balloon hanging off her upper lip? I thought a great way to de-stress would be to fin...