The strains of "O Canada" being sung in a shrill female voice can be heard emanating from our living room. In the kitchen Colin stands pounding t-bone steaks with a hammer. J and A relax on our new couch with beer in hand.
That's right - its Grey Cup Sunday.
The biggest hockey night in the world, or so I'm told.
And once my baked ziti has finished... baking, I'm taking off for a Social Justice/Buy-Nothing-Day- potluck-party-meeting.
Perfect timing if you ask me...
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(I know its actually a football game but all week I've been saying 'hockey' to throw people off - its been hilarious. :P)
Hush now.
Your repentant consumerist day just happens to fall on my -what-the-hell-just-spend-it- day.
I liked your 'I wonder who won? The Jets?' quip. It made me laugh.
I aim to please! ;o)
(Well, not usually but sometimes...)
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