The Start of Something New

Well, a happy Thursday to one and all. When did it become the end of the week already? So close to a long weekend, I am excited.

Also, when did it become the end of August, and subsequently the end of summer? Not that I am overly complaining. As I drove to work this morning, I realized the leaves have started to change, and that fall is soon upon us. Just holding my breath that autumn gives us a lot more than summer ever could.

Well, you predicted I would make some disparaging remarks on here about our viewing of Heroes last night. So, as to not disappoint, here is my review.

Thank goodness for TV DVD box sets. Not having a real TV nor cable until earlier this summer, I really fell out of regularly tuning in to specific TV shows. But with the nature of TV Dramas these days, you don’t have time to be overly haphazard in your viewing.

Shows such as 24, Lost and now Heroes require dedication in viewing. If you miss one week, it is all over. That is a lot of pressure. And I don’t know that I want to dedicate myself so much to just a TV show. But thankfully with the DVD’s, I am free to enjoy such a complex story on my own time.

I am impressed with the intricacy of the show in general, special effect, stunts, a plethora of characters and locations; it is more like a movie rather than a TV show. It makes me wonder how new TV shows will outdo each other in this bigger and better world in which we live now.

But it also makes me miss simplicity. Example as recorded below:

Yet another story about Disneyland. (Remember when my blog entries use to be short and simple? Sorry.)

There aren’t a lot of original rides life at Disneyland. And the ones that are original have been revamped for our thrill seeking lifestyle.

On one of my last visits to Disneyland they were closing yet another original ride, ‘Mission to Mars’. Ah, Mission to Mars. My family decided to join the short line to this historic ride.

Once inside, we sat in hard plastic, dentist-esque looking chairs. We were instructed to fasten our seatbelts, as we would be taking off soon. After an overly dramatic speech warning us of the dangers of Mars, and a slow countdown, we finally made our way to Mars. Our dentist chairs slowly rose up, until finally we reached Mars.

After more horrible acting and another speech, we ran into trouble on Mars and our chairs started to shake and lights flash. Don’t worry, we got it all sorted out and decided to head home, so our chairs made a slow decent back to the ground. And the ride was over, much sooner than it began.

What a hilarious ride it was! And my only regret is that I didn’t take more opportunities to journey to Mars while I still could. Sometimes, just sometimes, less is more.

But regardless, I did enjoy the show. When are we watching more?

Here’s to:

Impending doom. Feeling a bit better about it today, but everyone still stay safe and have your wits about you. Please.

A long weekend with no definitive plans or responsibilities. Wherever the wind takes us.

The Bridge season finale. Looking forward to season two.

A renewed hope. Feeling pretty good about the current state of affairs.

Good Luck and God Speed.

There Were Incidents And Accidents. There Were Hints And Allegations

I could probably throw up at any minute. My family and those who hung out with me in the early 80s should not be shocked by my weak stomach. But for reasons unknown, I am just full of nervous energy and/or a feeling of impending doom today. But don’t worry, I will get it sorted out, throwing up at school is embarrassing but understandable; throwing up at work is just plain gross.

I play the fool.
Every mistake that I make,
I couldn't have made without you.
What's said is done and plain to see.
You take it all too seriously.
Here's all you get from me.

Good Luck. God Speed.

Now I’m Leaving You Alone

Good morning to one and all. I know I promised last week that I wouldn’t be blogging everyday, but I have gotten in such a habit. Hopefully you can stay caught up with all of the stories. (Really, they aren’t that complex)

Last night, following FHE, and me embarrassing myself in front our ward, yet again, we went to see Stardust. I know some of you have been dying for my review. Actually, no one really asked what I thought, but here is my opinion anyways.

A little over a year ago, Flick and I watched some funny and highly enjoyable Japanese anime, Mermaid Forrest. Check out the entry about it here. Funny how everything and everyone has changed in just a year.

Well, I am pretty sure that either the Japanese anime people stole this story, or vice versa. Now instead of a star, it was a mermaid. But pretty much everything else was the same. Witches, pirates, scary royalty, the promise of eternal life. It is all there.

So if you enjoyed the movie Stardust, please, please check out Mermaid Forrest, especially with the subtitles on. It will change your life.

That is all for today.

I really am too much. I know that. I think we both can agree that I need help. I’m sorry.

Good Luck. God Speed.

Going Faster Than A Roller Coaster

Well, a happy Monday to one and all. Actually, not really all that happy. I laid in bed this morning and wished with all of my heart that I could just have another day off. If only to sleep in and then eat a funny breakfast but we will have to wait until next weekend for that chance.

We ended up at Fairground on Friday night for Whoop Up Days, where I only had to pay for the Crystal Palace (Not really worth the two tickets.) and conquered my fear of the Ferris Wheel. (Not quite like the OC, but not bad either.) Still wishing I would have bought the deep fried Mars bar or tried to win the fabulous leopard coat from the Bingo game, but all in all, it was a fun night.

Alright, a story from yesteryear, see if I have really learned my lesson.

My family has been to Disneyland a lot, and while there aren’t too many scary, scary rides there, I have always avoided them. I was already too scared of Pirates of the Caribbean (Still kinda am, I don’t like the talking skull) and the Haunted House (Creepy zombies crawling out of their graves. Shudder! This is not the Michael Jackson Thriller video, is it?)

Regardless, the last time I was at Disneyland, I figured it was about time that I put away my fear of the larger rides and give them a shot. I started out on Splash Mountain, and surprisingly, quite enjoyed it. With a renewed energy, I tried the Big Country Mountain Rail Road Rollercoaster, and you know what, that wasn’t that bad either. I began to think that maybe I hadn’t given rollercosters a fair chance, that maybe I had just been too much of a baby all of these years.

So when my older brother suggested that we try Space Mountain, I decided I could handle something like that, and I went to stand in line. However, when we got there, I became quite uneasy. Somehow this didn’t feel like the other rides we had been on earlier in the day. But tried to shake off my nervousness as my mom and I sat in one of the cars.

Now, for those of you who don’t know about Space Mountain, it is a “rollercoaster” in the dark. Sounds easy enough, that way, you won’t see what is coming ahead, and thusly can’t get scared before it happens. As the ride started you slowly twist your way up to the top of the building with small stars and planets as your only source of light. The ride is not really that fast, and soothing space music is played in the background. So far I was enjoying the leisure voyage. However, when you get to the top of the track…all hell breaks loose.

After a slow countdown, the cars are quickly spiralled down the same track we had slowly travelled up. Meanwhile, all in the dark. Sharp corners, fast speeds, I was beside myself with fear. I had trusted my older brother who insisted that it was neither fast, nor a scary ride. All lies. He sat behind us and laughed the whole time at the horrible joke he played on me and my mom. I just hung on for dear life and screamed. Just when I thought the ride would never be over, we came to an abrupt stop. Shaken, scared and a little angry, I took my time getting out of the car, while little kids jumped out of their cars ,started high-fiving each other and ran to get into the line for the ride again.

And with that, I knew my career as a rollercoaster enthusiast was over. While the Scrambler at Whoop Up Days isn’t really as scary as Space Mountain, I should really trust my instincts and not the boy who insisted that it isn’t a scary ride at all. (It wasn’t that bad. I am just glad we didn’t have to pay to ride it. And I am still embarrassed that again, I was probably the oldest person on the ride, and probably the scaredest)

Here’s to:

While utilitarian at best, still a step ahead. Whether that is good or bad, the jury is still out.

A new roommate. Mary is easy going and full of all kinds of insight. Welcome to the asylum.

Wonderful chicken salad. You have out done yourself again, Jenny.

The best friends a girl could get. I love every minute with you all.

Thanks for a great weekend, and probably the best episode of The Bridge this season. We are definitely making our way to the end of the summer, and the big season finale. Can’t wait.

Good Luck, God Speed.

I Feel Good, In A Special Way

Well, I did it. Five straight days of blogging! Aren’t you excited? Did you even realize?
But really, who was I competing against? I write way more than anybody else does, anyways. Just please don’t expect this many entries next week.

A big congratulations to all the couples that tied the knot this summer, including Brad and Saralynn. It is weird to think you won’t be with us on Sundays anymore. Summer Heat apparently worked for some of us. Maybe I should have tried harder with Brad, the original person behind all of my “If You Don’t, Don’t” lyrics. Nah, who am I kidding. I like to use my voice, and not just text message.

Today I am all a buzz for several reasons, but most of all, the fact that my Facebook friends have voted me “Best Public Speaker”. Seriously, I think that is the best compliment I could receive. I am so super proud. Almost as proud as when I won Ms. Victoria Park.

Rounding out the ten other qualities I was voted for include: most loyal, more jealous of, crazier, creative, useful, talkative, trustworthy, popular, rather live with, athletic (I think that is a lie) and confident.

I don’t know who I was compared against, who is less athletic than me? But I am loving the compliments, even if it is just on Facebook.

Here’s to:

Finally being Friday and one of the last half days at work. How am I going to work a whole day on Fridays now that I know the joys of half a day?

Giving up my Ms. Victoria Park title. What a great year it has been! Let’s just hope that the new champion will pick up where we left off…wherever that is.

Whoop Up Days! Excited for long lines, sketchy food and even sketchier people. Let’s hope there are stories but good and funny. This is our last shot at any summer magic.

Best Laid Plans….well, one can hope, can’t they?

Good Luck.
And I can’t stress enough, God Speed.

You Get Me Every Time

A special thanks to Jenny for organizing the Cheer Up Brigade. Despite the fact that we went for wings, I had a super fun time and the wings weren’t that bad. I am glad that I know enough about Chapters to hold my own during the impromptu staff meeting that always seems to break out. And somehow, I don’t think I could get cuter company.

Before some of you were even out of high school and I was in college, my friends and I use to go for wings every Wednesday. Every week the group of people grew and became more and more eclectic as everyone started inviting other friends. It really became the place to be and be seen on Wednesday night, as you were never quite sure who you were going to meet. (I did get some pretty good/weird dates out of the deal. Remember the guy with orange hair?)

When the time to order came around, of our 15-20 person table, about 75% of the people would get ‘Salt and Pepper’ wings. Yup, you imagined that right, just salt and pepper. I couldn’t believe it, the lamest “flavour“of all time. The place went had over 15 different varieties of wings, but week after week Salt and Pepper won out.

Everyone would cry in shock and panic, as I would get the ‘Hot’ wings. (Which really, really weren’t that hot.) About half way through the night, someone would always ask if they could try one of my wings and would be horrified at the spiciness and wonder how I could eat a whole plate of them.

College ended and I moved home and lost track if Wing Wednesday carried on. I wonder if it is still going on today, but really don’t care that much about wings to find out.

Here’s to:

Doing pretty good with what I’ve got.

Somehow, Lady Luck is on my side. Let’s keep it up.

God Speed.

Doesn’t Anybody Stay In One Place Anymore?

Otherwise known as Confessions of an Insecure 26 Year Old.

I know I have been mentioning for a while that Flick is leaving, but today when I go home from work, all of her stuff will be gone, and she will not be sleeping just down the hallway from me anymore. It really doesn’t make me want to go home, especially since Jenny is working late tonight. We all know I am not very good at being alone.

I know. I just need to suck it up. Things are not that bad and sometimes situations have to change and people need to move on. Flick will always be our friend. Come on, my name is one of her most popular songs, so she can’t forget about me all together. We have a wonderful new roommate moving in before long. And I will always have Jenny, at least for now.

But I am still sad.

Trying To Make The Answer More Than Maybe

Why is it always that some of the most unplanned and ordinary events yield some of the funniest results? Despite a small turn out at FHE last night, I had a relatively good time. Was it because it was so low key? Was it because Ashley always does a bang up job? Was it because it was mostly Vic Park in attendance? Or a combination of all three?

Thoughts from yesterday include:

Once a Vic Parker, always a Vic Parker. Just try and leave and fit in with somewhere else, it is never going to happen. You are one of us. (That sounds creepy)

I am having too much fun with you this week for you to leave. Can’t we just buy groceries and you stay?

The ward did seem a bit off without you. Welcome home. You were the puzzle piece that was missing.

Basically, it was all my fault, and the only person I can get mad at is myself. You tried, really you did. It is okay.

Never in my life do I want to do that, so I wasn’t really jealous. We are not John and Yoko, and I didn’t hear I, Me, Mine playing. (Awesome reference! I impress even myself sometimes.)

A cat? Really? Okay.

Him? Really? Okay.

Why aren’t we best friends?

Well, here’s hoping the week is great, despite the fact that Ashley still thinks she can move on Wednesday. I am trying to be optimistic, and thinking that make the magic of Whoop-Up is on my side.

Looking forward to:

The final days with you under my roof.

My first experience with Whoop-Up days, and maybe a ride on the Ferris Wheel. Maybe. If I don’t chicken out.

Whatever the cosmos are willing to give me.
Sure, the future freaks me out, but the present seems to be manageable.

I Don’t Find This Stuff Amusing Anymore

Sadly the weekend has gone too fast and it is another long five days until a new opportunity to sleep-in comes around. Being alone for most of the weekend, you would have thought I could have caught up on some well-needed sleep or at least cleaned up my room again. But alas I did neither, and I think I ended up making a bigger mess. Maybe next weekend, but who are we kidding.

I realized something when I was driving home for lunch today; I listen to a lot of “oldies” music. It is just because I can’t stand the new music that is out today, or was music just better 20, 30 and even 40 years ago?

I counted it up, and of the 142 artist on my ipod, 22 of them were artists recording before I was even born. Included in this group were The Beatles, Led Zeppelin, The Bee Gees, Simon and Garfunkel and James Taylor.

I did not include the 12 artist from my ipod who were 80s hit makers, including The Police, The Bangles, Wham and Cyndi Lauper. Nor did I know where to put all of my 90s pop stars including The Spice Girls, The Cardigans or U2. (Doesn’t it sound like I have the best ipod of all time?)

The Beatles alone make up 13% of the songs I have, but enough with the statistical data. Have I just been watching too many Timelife CD compellation commercials, or is this just the way music is going, are my children going to be listening to hits from today when they are my age?

The summer is quickly coming to an end and to be honest, I think it is about time. This summer didn’t have any of the events of last year, or mystical charm of years gone by. It is hard to believe that there is just one more Sunday with our London Road equivalents, but sadly, I am ready to leave them as well.

What happened, when did I become so cynical? I started this summer as such an optimist. I blame my horoscope for getting my hopes up. I think I really need to stop reading them. Maybe my expectations were too big.

Here’s to:

Just what we needed, right when we need it.

Imogen Heap coming right before James Taylor on my ipod. Best work playlist ever.

Wearing jeans to work this week (Three cheers for Whoop-Up Days), and still being the classiest dresser here.

Ashley. We have lived together so long without too many major incidents. Thanks for being understanding, entertaining and funny. Now who is going to laugh at me crying on the kitchen floor? Who will write all of my heartaches into a song? And who will I watch Japanese Anime with? Come back and visit. Please.

You. I missed you. Could you tell?

I Tried To Move You But You Just Wouldn’t Budge. (The next line is just as true.)

Good Luck. God Speed.

Fire That Burns Up The Wires

This morning when I got to work, one of my coworkers said to me, “Don’t turn on your computer!”

“Huh?” was my cultivated reply.

She went on to explain that the city was going to be doing some work on the power lines around our building, and the power would be out for about an hour.

So for about half an hour, we all puttered around the office, putting away files, and making to do lists, just waiting for the power to go out. There really is only so much you can do without your computer at an office, (How did we ever get work done without them.) and I really wanted to check my horoscope. I tried get involved in a conversation that my associates were having about the circus. (They just stared at me when I told them of my fear of clowns. I knew there was a reason I don’t talk at work.)

We waited and waited and waited for the power to go out.

Finally, I questioned the power outage as a whole, and said, “Are we sure they are turning out the power today?”

Our receptionist stared at me, wide eyed and said, “That is what the person on the phone said.”

We sat there for a few more minutes until I spoke up again (what would they do without me?); “Maybe we should call the city and see how long the delay is going to be. There is no sense just sitting around all day if we don’t have to.”

Finally, everyone agreed, and our office manager went to call the city.

She came back after a few minutes and said, “No one at the city knows anything about this power outage! They are not working on our lines, nor have they scheduled to turn off our electricity.”

The other ladies were shocked and outraged! (I just went to my office, turned on my computer and checked the status updates on Facebook.)

The ladies went on to call this situation a horrible practical joke and were upset someone would call and say such a thing. And all I thought was, if it really was a practical joke, WORST PRACTICAL JOKE EVER!

Whatever happened, this lame person thought it would be funny to make a bunch of middle aged, menopausal women sit around all day waiting, for fear that if they turned on their computer and the power went out, that the world may or may not end.

Can you imagine when this person explains what he did to his friends later?

“You did what?”
“I called them and told them the power was going to go out!”
“Oh my good heavens, that is the funniest thing I have ever heard.”
“You should have seen their reaction!”
“What did they do?”
“They sat around for about an hour! All except the really hot girl, she didn’t seem that afraid or impressed with my prank.”

The office seems to have gone back to normal. Although they are still questioning why something like this would happen.

I am really just hoping that they got the time or date of the power outage wrong and when they all least expect it, our electricity is cut….with all of our computers on!

I am just wishing I knew about this stupidity earlier. I would have slept in and came into work later. And I thought working an adult job would be better. What was I thinking?
Here’s to:

Funny girl’s nights. Filled with HSM, “cat food” sandwiches and Colour By Numbers. It has been awesome!

The weekend only being a short 24 hours away! Thank goodness for sleeping in.

Electrical problems being a common theme in my life.

Whatever you choose, although, how could you walk away from something as great as me?

When did I take the wooden nickel?

Good Luck. God Speed.

For Two Days I Wait For Calls To Come Through

The Best Things In Life Are Free

Well, it seems like I can’t get through this life without some annoying problem every week. I feel like I am in a sitcom but I am never really able to find the comic relief.

Last week, following our continued electrical problems, I found that my bank card was not working. My problems were not due to a lack of money, but rather would come up with a message of ‘Restricted Card Use’ I figured I was just over my withdrawal limit for the day/week, however the card continued to not work.

When I called the eight hundred number to inquire about my card, the lady on the phone insisted that I go down to my branch as soon as possible to “discuss” this problem. I made my way down to the branch at lunch to clear up this problem. The teller pulled up my account and then whispered to the teller next to her and asked me to produce my Visa, Drivers Licence and Social Insurance Card, and then led me to a small room behind the tellers.

No one explained anything, and I sat room, alone, for quite a while. A lady came in with a list of all of my banking transactions from the beginning of the month, and requested that I verify my spending.

However the difficult part came when reviewing all of my ‘Point of Sale’ (A.K.A Interac) transactions as none of the store names were on the list. I was interrogated about the $5.53 I spent on August 2, and the $27.80 on August 7 and when I came up blank as to what I bought, the lady said to me very seriously, “Miss Garner, your card has been reported as stolen, and we believe there has been fraudulent activity on your card unless you can prove otherwise.”

I produced every card I had in my wallet that had my name on it, and told her that my card stopped working on Wednesday, but had been in my possession the whole time. She produced a list of all the places I had tried to use my “restricted” card and I agreed that I had tried to use my card a couple of time before I came into the branch to have this matter cleared up.

The lady looked me up and down, studied all of my information and left the room to make a phone call. When she came back, she handed all of my information to me and thanked me for my business. I sat there for a minute in shock. I had just spent an hour being grilled by this lady, and that was it? She said the restriction had been removed and I was free to go. I left the small room, vowing to only pay cash from now on.

Wondering:

Where are we? What the #$%@ is going on?

Hoping:

For more than just Tim Horton’s

Wishing:

Things could just be normal.

Good Luck. God Speed.

The Information Is Unavailable To The Mortal Man

A happy early Monday to one and all. Where did the weekend go? Seriously.

Friday started with the Relief Society Retreat...camping retreat. It was definitely not the Banff Springs Hotel retreats we went on as Laurels in Brooks, but fun none the less. Of all the weekends to go camping, we picked the rainy, cold weekend. But we had our run of the campground, ate our weight in candy and told the most horrific stories. As much as I hate girl's night, it was probably just what we all needed.

Sleeping was another issue though. For the life of me, I could not get comfortable and I proceeded to wake up every hour. Finally at 6:30 I couldn't take sleeping anymore, so I left the tent to walk around the creepy, fog filled camp ground. Breakfast was delicious and the camp as a whole, a real success. Let's just not stay in tents next time.

A little too crazy, tired and flustered for anything else, here comes another story from days gone by. Enjoy.

Maybe I am hard of hearing. Maybe people I know just talk too quietly. But I have realized I really need to learn to read lips.

A couple of year ago I was interested in this guy. We were friends, but had never really gone on any official date. One day I got a call from this guy and he said, "I was thinking we could go out on Wednesday." I was excited and said yes. He continued, "That's great! I was thinking we could go bo----ing. Does that sound good?" I don't know if my ears just stopped working or if the phone cut out but I had no idea what he said. So I agreed to whatever his plan was, not knowing what I was in for.

However, shortly after I hung up the phone I started panicking. How was I suppose to dress? What were we doing? I went through every B-O activity that I could think of, and soon narrowed it down to two ideas. Bowling or Boating. But the problem came that both of these ideas were possible as he loved to bowl, and he owned a boat. I was flustered as each activity required a different outfit. I decided to just wear my swimming suit under my outfit for bowling, just in case, and felt nervous and unprepared as he picked me up for our date.

Picking up no clues from his outfit, we first went for dinner at one of his favourite restaurants right across from the bowling alley. Our conversation during dinner was no clue either. He started the conversation by asking, "Aren't you excited for tonight? When was the last time you did anything like this?" No knowing if he was talking about bowling or boating, and answered him with, "Oh gosh, I can't even remember. It has been a while." Even though I had been bowling a few weeks earlier.

As we left the restaurant, we drove closer to the bowling alley, and then made a sharp turn towards the lake. Thankful to be wearing my swimming suit, I sighed in relief. He turned to me and asked if anything was okay. Just happy to know what was going on, I turned to him and said, "It is just the perfect night to be at the lake." He smiled and agreed. We had great time at the lake, and spent a lot more of the summer out there.

Here's to:

Long naps

Urine filled tales

Burying hatchets, and finding new axes to grind

No prior warnings or indications.

This not being my idea. I am sorry.

Catastrophe, every thing's gone,
Nothing today was agreed upon
You had no choice as you watched the curtains be drawn

It Can't Get No Worse

At least it is Wednesday. Although, so far today has not been not overly stellar. Yes, I am still on fire at work, and despite my lack of effort, I still am the best-looking person at work today. But that doesn’t count for much.

My Facebook horoscope said the following today:
(And Facebook, just like Wikipedia, doesn’t lie.)

Gemini: One mistake does not equal failure. If you mess something up, don't get down on yourself. It has nothing to do with who you are as a person.

At the time I read it, I thought, “Whatever, I am awesome.” But now I understand. After a quasi stressful morning, and yet more problems with our electricity, I think everything has been sorted out and hopefully our problems are behind us. But at least I got to speak to our landlords…if only for 30 seconds.

Switching gears, I think I have seen every summer blockbuster that is to come out this year. And I have definitely seen more sequals than I can shake a stick at.

Last night we went to see the Bourne Ultimatum. Like most of the other sequels I have seen this year, I haven’t seen any of the other Bourne movies. (Scandalous, I know!)

But, I think I quite enjoyed the movie. It seemed fast paced, and had a super Robin Hood ending. (Hopefully that doesn’t give too much away.)I must say, I am not a fan of the jerky hand held shots. It felt like being on a rollercoaster, and sadly, I am not a fan of the rollercoasters. So, despite my nausea, I give the movie at least one thumb up. Maybe after I have seen the other ones, I can give it two thumbs up.

A big thanks to the J-Rich for bringing me up to speed on the stories from the previous movies.

Here’s to:

Not hating everything, just mostly hating you.

That’s about it for today.

Good luck. And please, please, God Speed.

You Wanna Know Who I Really Am? Yah, So Do I.

If I learned anything this weekend, it is that girls can be stubborn, determined and logical, except when it comes to boys. Somehow, all of our previous reason falls out the window when we are dealing with males. I only wonder if girls have this same magical mystical power over boys.

Our weekend wasn’t overly elaborate, nor was it really that action packed, but I must admit that it was highly relaxing and enjoyable.

Here’s to:

Warm summer nights spent at my favourite Mocha Cabana (Definitely the hottest spot north of Havana) Delicious hot chocolate, the best date I have ever seen, and raw musical talent, at least they were cute.

What a great idea the early morning french toast was! I know that there were sketchy people there, but I still think Humpties is a step WAY up from Dennys.

The Star Wars induced trivia game, and pick up lines. I don’t know what kind of geek that makes me, but I still thought it was cute.

Fighting back against the Universe. Thunder and lighting, pouring rain and all topped off with a long power outage and a candle lit night. It is amazing that any of us got through it as well as we did.

Some sort of culturalism on Heritage Day and the chance to see local celebrity Dory Rossitor!

So much for our plans and willpower. Maybe we will stick with it next time we are mad, frustrated and jealous.

Thanks to everyone for a great time. Let’s do it again next weekend.