Notes from a bemused canuck
I went to scope out the Montreux Christmas market this Sunday. It was good, but I’m happy I went on my own because it was elbow-your-way-through-the-crowd packed! Katy would have growled at people and bean would have gotten bored with not seeing things (and driven us mad wanting to eat all the sweets in sight!)
All pictures here: https://www.flubu.com/blog/pictures/montreux_dec_2013/
There was a lot of food to be had. Seriously, lots of food!
Plus, you know, this:
A few decades are very readily identifiable :)
just want to keep this for future reference :)
Sorry, sir, I was just cupping an imaginary pair of breasts…
Tomato Aubergine Potato Turnio Carrot Asparagus
Is it very female of me to expect my husband to bring me a cup of tea when I haven’t asked for one, and feel slightly peeved by his lack of psychic intuition?
The whole office is giggling at the moment. It came about because we have a monthly time keeping system called CATS, which lead to people singing a song from the musical of the same name, which led me to pass on a brain-virus that Michel passed on to me years ago. In “Memories”, when Grisabella sings:
Touch me
It’s so easy to leave me
All alone with the memory
Of my days in the sun
If you touch me
You’ll understand what happiness is…
That last sentence.. replace “what happiness is” with “what a [Male Reproductive Organ] is”…
You’ll never be able to un-hear it again.
around the 5:30 mark
You’re welcome.
Contrary to what you might think, the blob chooses to be there.
Bless you, XKCD