I was eyeing a 12-pack of Sharpies for weeks at a local drugstore, and I finally gave in. How could I not? Secretly, although now not so secretly, I am going to start creating art offline this year, and I figured Sharpie markers would be a cheap, non-intimidating doorway into the process.
My friend Sabrina and I went to see "The Merry Widow" with the Regina Symphony Orchestra. I dislike musical theatre 90% of the time, but I didn't hate this. In fact, I actually liked it. Although, my impression of the evening might be coloured by watching a drunk man hit on Sabrina afterwards. He delivered lines clumped together in drunken paragraphs, subtlety be damned. That was entertainment.
Onion and Oskar are both snugglers in the morning, and I never tire of squinting through Onion's ears at the morning light. All alarm clocks should be furry.
I was having a rough day yesterday, so I bought one of those over-priced mixed packs of single-serving cereal boxes so I could comfort nosh on a half-and-half mix of Corn Pops and Froot Loops. Sugar highs can occasionally fix electrical brain shorts.
Dramatic selfie, anyone?
Also, I have some absurdly happy milk in my kitchen right now.
In Regina, we have this place called The Coney Island Cafe, and they serve many kinds of poutine there. I ate the perogie poutine and was absolved of all bad feelings. Perogie poutine is the priest of poutines.
Aaaaand done! Photo album blog entries are my new jam.