On September 15, 2009, the temperature in Toronto was 24C.
This morning, one month later, it is 1C.
Walking to work wearing both a suit jacket and a winter coat, with scarf and gloves, this is how I feel:
I usually wear more than a just a scarf.
I’d write more, except that I have to finish things up around here. In exactly 24 hours, I will be leaving on a jet plane to go lick this woman’s face.
Or, as I like to call it, “improving US-Canadian relations, one glass at a time.”
Follow the shenanigans here.
Hey, do me a favor and give her a wet willy, will you?
Also
Pansy. I’m wearing jeans and a sweater at 1 C.
Being tough is necessary when you have to be outside getting wet in winter while keeping the water supply to the masses.
I have a question.
Why does high pressure water in January always find my crotch?
I’ve never pretended to be anything other than a complete wimp.
Maybe you should start wearing a cup. That sounds…unpleasant.
Ahhh, have such fun in DC!! I’m so jealous…
I will propose a toast in your honour, my dear. Maybe even more than one toast…
See you in approximately 32 hours. I’m guessing. I actually have no idea what time things are starting tomorrow.
No one is meeting me when I step off the plane with a lay…uhhhh…a lei?
T minus TWENTY FOURISH HOURS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I hope you realize that I may tackle you when I see you. Be prepared.
It’s become coat and scarf weather here too. Remember your promise: NO SNOW.
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