Long Weekend Mish Mash

Yesterday, Matthew for the first time, recounted a dream:

Grandpa said "Where's your new whistle?"

I told him "It's in the box [of toys on the bed]."

How he's grown! Also, he came up with this one yesterday:

London Drugs is falling down, falling down, falling down...

Betty's mom tells us that Matthew's been boycotting wieners of late because "they're made from cow penises." Evidently, Matthew overheard me telling this to Shaula.

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Betty and I spent all Saturday indoors cleaning up our hovel. I have five full garbage bags of clothes, accumulated over the last ten years plus, to give away. I'm surprise I'm not currently doing time for all the fashion mistakes I've committed. Truth be told, most of the articles are simply too large for the slimmer me. Lots of quality stuff, some unworn.

Which reminds me, my sister-in-law was over with the family for dinner and admitted defeat. I was the winner of our diet bet (I lost my 10 lbs. and she failed to lose her seven).

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Betty and I took a morning walk in the 'hood, then visited Victoria Drive to pick up some bakery. Despite being peppered by the slightest of raindrops and the coolish temperature, I'd say the warm season has finally arrived. The humidity certainly made it feel warm. I am amazed at all the greenery, especially when it has that saturated after-a-rainfall spring green colour. Yep, even here in lil' ol' East Van.

Later, I took the kids to see Over The Hedge. It's quite good, actually, what'd you expect these days, but the experience was marred by an overzealous laugh-at-everything patron behind us, a fifty-ish woman.

[Newspaper-cum-trash box, Victoria Drive at East 43rd Avenue]