… is colder than one might think.
And this was the back window of JJs car right after he drove it home from work in the storm!
I really find it difficult to believe that anyone would actually be idiotic enough to take a shopping cart the size of a small pony:
… into a “boutique” liquor store approximately the size of my living room but containing 10,000 full liquor bottles (as opposed to the 10,000 empty liquor bottles I will get to schlep out to the recycling bin tomorrow…).
(I tried to take a pic inside the store to show you just how ridiculous this would be. However, a cop – a real Toronto cop, mind you, not a wannabe Intelligarde “cop”- stopped me. He told me that it was illegal to take photos inside the liquor store. I answered that I found this very difficult to believe, and suggested that his time would be better used arresting the woman who was braying into a cellphone at top volume and butting into the 10 person line at the same time. He disagreed. I didn’t think I should push my luck, and put away the camera.
The Toronto Police Force budget last year was something along the lines of $740 million. This was an increase from the previous year – every other municipal budget line in the same year was cut. I must tell you that it is really very heartwarming to see my tax dollars so hard at work.)
However, apparently this is a big issue since they had about 15 copies of this sign plastered around the entrance to the shop. I tell you no lie. I counted them – it was either 14 or 15.
I tell you, it’s enough to drive you to drink!
I also picked up the requisite elixir for JJ:
And now on to Loblaws:
So I navigate my cart (I have owned a car only once. It was a Fiat and I think it was smaller than the shopping carts at this Loblaws) past the requisite display of stale Italian Christmas cakes:
It is a real testament to the powers of The President that I even bother to come into this damned store, I tell you.
So, here’s what I scored:
Candies for the kids of Super Mario:
Christmas crackers (I liked the penguins!):
And… these disgustingly sweet soft sugar cookies that I’m always compelled to buy. I then bring them home, eat half of one, pick up the two teeth that fell out of my head immediately after, then give the rest to JJ to take to work.
I then reached the checkout line, which resembled what I imagine the line at the movie theatre on the opening night of a Harry Potter movie would look like (I wanted to take a picture, but unfortunately Mr. Policeman came by at the exact moment bearing his dinner in hand. He butted in line, by the way.)
In leaving the store, I heaved a sigh of relief, and noticed some pretty things.
And then I saw this, a sight always guaranteed to make my mood even worse than it normally is:
Can someone explain to me how the price of gas can go up and down seven cents in three days? We bought it the other night at 99.0/litre. Yesterday it was up to 105.6. Today, 102.8. Is it not, in all likelihood, the same #$&*($@#&* shipment of gas they’re selling? Legal theft!!
Anyway, I managed to make it back home without further ado – and just in time to heat up the dinner I bought for us at the churrasqueria earlier: roast lamb and potatoes cooked with pork. MMMMM.
Happy Sunday… I’m very happy because now I don’t have to go out to Loblaws today. Almost happy enough to forget that I have about a million pieces of clothing to wash… and a paper to finish revising…
Grr. I am my own worst enemy, really. Better relax by doing some knitting for an hour before the laundry room opens!