Santa has already come and gone. No cookies though, so the jolly old elf snacked upon cheeseburger chips. Yuck. MX! https://t.co/fU0yBrqGEv
What's a Yukon Solstice like? Let's put it this way: the outdoor Christmas lights are programmed to turn on at 3:30pm.
Finally restored my replacement iPhone after the original bricked itself. Thanks to @meadiasolutions for the quick diagnosis and turnaround.
Who wins between an irresistible force (mom) and an immovable object (toddler)? Dunno, but the loser is dad who doesn't get to sleep in.
It's a real Thomas Kinkade winter evening in the Yukon. But, you know, without the kitsch.
This box of cookies says "Yum" on the side. I expected an asterisk: "the manufacturer makes no guarantee of a pleasurable eating experience"
There is Balance in the Force: the Force pulling me to see the new Star Wars, and the Force pushing me from Whitehorse's gawdawful theatres.
Ate butter chicken "lasagna," because that's a thing now. Know what else that's good that comes in butter chicken flavor? Butter chicken.
This moody kid actually coughed up a subjunctive just now. If I were a francophone, these'd be way easier to understand.
There's no way for an anglo to say the French word for "head cold" (rhume) without sounding like a budget Inspector Clouseau impersonator.
As I work outside, a pantsless male is peering at me through binoculars. Not a concern, unless that 3-year-old drops my frickin' binoculars.
Home recovering from this year's whirlwind Vancouver trip. Saw 2 underwater Santas: one in scuba gear, other parading downtown in the rain.