Just your typical Monday morning commute

1 slushy and slippery road plus 1 concrete curb = a small concussion on my very hard head.

Who knew concrete has no give?

Actual conversation among 4 adults

It started off well enough:

"Do love and respect equal value? Love is a symptom."

"Love is everything. It's friendship, respect, I honour what you do. You're fucked if you think they're two different things."

"Passion is love, too. I can draw a pretzel. And it smells like Player's Light. Where'd this come from?"

The conversation, which made perfect sense at the time, might've had something to do with this:

Begging for the end

This photo was taken at the end of November, when the snow had been falling for a few days and it was pretty and magical and how sweet! - Christmas is coming!

This photo was taken a short time ago. These are snow drifts. IN MY DRIVEWAY. It's March. You can't tell from this picture, but I was sobbing.

The only thing that made it better was realizing it is perfect weather for sugar-on-snow. And I ate the boiled down maple syrup poured over the snow with my kids and nieces & nephews this weekend. And life was pretty and magical and sweet again. Until the syrup cramps set in. But that's a story for another day.

Words to Live By

My darling daughter is talking. And for a two-year-old, she's got it down quite well. One of her favourite things to say to us, especially her older brother, is "Putt up", which loosely translated means, "SHUT THE HELL UP WHILE I, PRINCESS OF THE ENTIRE UNIVERSE, DEIGNS TO SPEAK TO THE LOWLY AMONG YOU." And yes, I just used all-caps, but you would too if you saw the look of disdain that crosses my girl's face when she tells us where to go. Her head cocks to one side, her pointy little chin sticks up in the air, and she turns her head ever so slightly, while those beautiful eyes with the longest lashes you've ever seen, look at us, as if to say, I see you standing there before me, pauper, and you'd better make it worth my while to listen. Otherwise, you too, can PUTT UP.

She has had a nasty cold the last few days, poor Bébé, but she must be feeling better because this morning she said, "Putt up, Mummy. Peas."

Hey, she said 'please', it was the least I could do.