a peek inside the fishbowl

This photo isn’t related to anything I’m about to write. It’s just that I like it:

In fact, this post is going to be a mash of a whole bunch of unrelated things!

Mark and I were invited to attend the A-channel (er, sorry, it’s just called “A” now) Christmas party tonight. I’m too pooped to go so he went without me. He will be schmoozing while I hibernate and eat popcorn. (He just called to tell me he missed me and that it was a GREAT PARTY. Ack!)

I hope he remembers to say hello to Vinney White from BOB-FM for me, who will be there too. (They’re combining parties.) I’m not the type of person to have favourite DJs but seriously, he is my favourite DJ. He spins great tracks on Saturday nights. But knowing me, I’d probably gush, flail my arms around (as I am wont to do when I’m nervous) and do something totally embarrassing. So perhaps it’s good that I’m not there, right?

*sigh*

These past couple of days have been a blur. I have meant to update re: Advent days 11 and 12 but I haven’t been around and the girls have been hanging with Mark’s parents. They’ve watched movies, eaten popcorn, fudge, played the Wii, and goodness knows what else. I am confident there has been PLENTY of merrymaking these past two days.

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I drove my mother to the Toronto airport yesterday. I have three totally unrelated things to say about it.

1) As we waited around the airport my mother bought me a really swank purse at one of the little stores in Terminal 3. It’s a great bag, I love it, but it STINKS inside. There’s a very stale chemical smell emanating from its bowels and I’m not sure what to do with it.

2) British Airways has self-check in kiosks and, in the name of progress, they force people to use them. We were assisted by a helpful attendant – thank goodness –  because as we went through the process I seriously wondered how on earth a senior citizen like my mother can be expected to adopt this kind of new technology. After some amount of fumbling and re-typing of 10-digit codes we had to go to the counter with our little print outs where …

3) … a kind lady clerk asked my mother if she had any liquids, gels, or sharp objects in her carry on. My mother pointed to her luggage – which was on the scale – and said, “No, all of my sharp things are in there.”

I didn’t laugh at the time (I am now – sorry mom) but she shouldn’t have said anything. I’m willing to bet she was red-flagged because someone thinks she might be smuggling a machete overseas.

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Gah. How that for mash? I think my brain has stopped working now.

Off to eat popcorn.