I used to think that Birkenstock sandals went perfectly with every possible outfit. When I was 16 I wore them with shorts, pants, and formal dresses, thinking they complemented each ensemble.
Spleen-rupturing laughter. Face-contorting sobs. Mild to moderate constipation. Hilarious reminiscing. Last-minute scurrying. Button-popping buffets. Renewed friendships. A stunning wedding.
“So, are there any new kids in your class this year?” my mom asked while I ate the hot lunch she had prepared for me.
“A few.
It’s so nice that the daylight hours are starting so early in the day. When I wake up there are sunbeams streaming into our living room and it makes for such a lovely start to the morning.
Transportation:Â A ride into town in a classy, dog-hair encrusted ’89 Toyota minivan.
Appetizer:Â Fresh naan bread with baba ganoush, hummus, tzatkiki.
My dinner:Â Falafel wrap with spicy Moroccan soup.
While in Regina I stumbled upon a classy little stationary store on 13th Avenue and bought a stack of postcards that poke fun at domesticity. They just rub me the right way.