It's raining like it's Noah-time, my coffee isn't strong enough, and Mount Laundry has reached new heights.
Plus my so-called "baby" is turning four next week. This shocks me.
So I spent some time this weekend looking for a gift.
Do you think she'd prefer the Sir John A. Macdonald Canadian Legends action figure?
Or the Sir Wilfrid Laurier?
I guess it boils down to if she wants to pretend to be a prime minister who could actually form a majority government versus being the first French prime minister. Both had funky hair styles so it's a hard call.
Anyhow, this is the long way of me saying: I'm not really here... I'm at Aiming Low today talking about naughty stuff.