Random Thoughts of February.

February is just about done. Which is fine for me. I don't like the silent "R" much and if you ever hear someone say Feb-rooo-airy, they sound like a dink.
I feel the same way about Wednesday. I also feel the same way about people who call it Hump Day.
You'd be surprised how many people still do. They are dinks too.

I spent some time last night with my Brother Steve and wife Randee. My wife Randee, not his.
He was in town because he fairly runs the CBC and we ate dinner on Front Street with the Pre-Heinous-Leaf-Loss crowd.

Our waiter was a great guy and I asked him to bring his manager over so I could give him some "ups" as the kids say.
Well the manger came over and he was a very striking man with nicely contoured eyebrows. I mention this because after, we were informed that when not getting fans ready for the game, he performs as Tiffany in a show down in the Village.

I told Randee, that we should go sometime and she mocked me saying I wouldn't be able to handle it. I said nay nay. I could. As long as their little "Shows" are over and I'm back home by 9pm.

Finally a Spencer story. She's my 9 year old, who like her mother, is funny without trying.
Before I left to do the Corner Gas thing on the weekend, I was telling her it would be odd meeting people that I was going to have to do a long interview with later, and not wanting to ask too many questions...so the thing would feel fresher.

She says, "Just say, wass up with your lives, Yo?"

I laughed and said, I'll be sure to explain that my 9 year old told me to say that.

She comes back with, "No, tell them I'm 8, it'll seem cuter coming from an 8 year old!"
Wow. That's just so weird. Funny, but weird.