Broken Toe, Rack of Lamb, Thrills and Dog-Whiz.

We tried to do it all Saturday and Sunday.

We went to the St.Lawrence Market and stumbled into Busker Fest. Very cool, very non-Oakville.
We saw a man named Dynamite juggle machetes on top of a ten-foot uni-cycle. You don't see that a lot in the 905!

We bought a rack of lamb and barbecued it. It was okay, but I don't have to eat it again anytime soon.
Also bought some Thrills gum. Do you remember Thrills? Little blue-squares that are packed with flavor for about the first 5 seconds and then nothing.
Yes they still taste like soap. Maybe that's why they call them Thrills.
"Hey wanna have the fun of chewing soap without all the fuss and muss of actually chewing soap?"

I think I broke my toe. A few weeks ago while docking a boat, I jammed one of my toes between the boat and the dock. Hurt like a bitch.
Anyway, on Saturday I jammed/stubbed into the side of my desk so hard I was yelling/laughing/nearly crying all at the same time.
It has to be broken. I may need a transplant.

Finally, Tucker the Dog, took another whiz on a pair of my shorts again.
Why Tucker, why?
We wake up, I put him out, I let him in, he pee's on my shorts.
Not just a little either. The whole, "haven't peed for nearly 11 hours" pee.
For a little dog he holds a lot of whiz.
Maybe I should wash his mouth out with Thrills.