YEEEESSS!

Yesterday while driving home after looking at houses, we passed a car with a vanity license plate that said “YEEEEESSS!”  A man and woman around 60 years old were driving it.  You just know those two enjoy life to the fullest.

We also saw an S.U.V. with a bumper sticker that simply read “boobies.”  It’s a sign of my immaturity that I was equally tickled by this as I was by the inspiring license plate.

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The wayfaring passport

Remember my M.I.A. passport?  It found its way back to me!  I have no idea where it has been in its 3+ month journey since it left its cozy home in my bedside table.  I only know where it ended up – the public library.  But not the public library across the street from where we live.  Nope, one of the other many libraries in Ottawa.  How did it get there I wonder?  Who did it meet along the way?  Near the end of its journey some nice stranger must have picked it up off the ground somewhere and turned it in to the nearest official looking place, and then some nice other stranger thought it wise that such a handsome looking passport should be kept snug and secure in the safe (no cardboard box lost and founds for this lost booklet!).  I wish its pages were filled with stamps from all the places it went before finding its way back to me.  I may have gone to Africa with another passport, but this one still had an adventure all on its own!  And with it, an old boarding pass folded safely inside.

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Stuff My Cat Does Monday

We tested Hobbes last week for Feline Leukemia and it came back negative – YAY!!!  Although we felt in our heart of hearts that Hobbes was disease-free, we took every precaution to protect Kimba and so he had been living in our bedroom for just under 3 months.  It was pretty much as crazy as it sounds.  The past couple weeks Kimba started getting restless and wanting to venture out of our room more, so we were relieved when we could finally let the little ruffian run wild.  He and Hobbes act like they’ve been playmates all their lives.  They rough and tumble and just generally tire each other out all day – it’s perfect!  Dante wants nothing to do with the little whippersnapper and hisses at him anytime Kimba approaches.  But Kimba is much more civilized than Hobbes and leaves Dante alone, other than the occasional sniff.

Kimba is no longer the shy, cautious little kitten we first introduced you to.  He’s full of beans and struts around the place like he’s belonged here all along.  He doesn’t hesitate to lunge at Hobbes and throw him to the ground.  He’s also not afraid to stand his ground when it comes to prized possessions:

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Butt of the Joke

Last Tuesday we went with friends to Absolute Comedy, one of Ottawa’s comedy clubs.  I always enjoy watching comedians – it’s really not that hard to get me to laugh.

The set-up is very intimate at Absolute Comedy and the host (slash owner slash comedian slash bouncer) sat us right up front, less than a metre from the performers (that’s really close for those of you not on the metric system ).  All of us said we would be happier somewhere else, but he insisted that we would have a great night, that he’d been waiting for this show for a year and a half, and he would not take no for an answer.

We made it through the entire line-up of comedians before the headliner without getting picked on, aside from some friendly banter initiated by a member of our group who was the most vehement with his protests against sitting up front – figures he’d be the one to call out comments to the comics!

But then came the headliner.  He was the best one of the bunch and I was laughing my head off, at ease that none of the comics were the picking-on-the-audience type. But I was wrong.  Nearing the end of his act, the headliner turned the tables on us and started asking Steve and I questions.  When he found out we met speed-dating, he rolled with it and made some hilarious jokes at our expense.  It actually wasn’t so bad until he shifted the focus to just me and started joking that he and I had been making some intense eye-contact and that he was starting to feel a connection.  But we’re both married, he bemoaned, so it could never be.  He asked permission from Steve if it would be alright if he sang me a song – then he broke out into a passionate lip-singing rendition of Whitney Houston’s I Will Always Love You.  And I broke out in a red hot blush-fest.  What got me most was that he quivered his lips melodramatically with each prolonged note in the song and stared right at me.  I couldn’t handle it.  My cheeks were lobster red and all I could think was that he’d chosen the longest song of all time.

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