I finally broke down and bought the TV. A 42-inch Panasonic Viera. It’s now mounted in our TV room and when I turn the channel to CBC’s the National on HD, Peter Mansbridge’s head is bigger than mine. I can’t wait for the Stanley Cup playoffs . . . .
Finding quality restaurants in the East End is hard. With my mom in town for a visit this weekend, Aline and I tried to take advantage of the babysitting services and try out a new place to eat. Without much success.
We’ve just finished lunch and Hazel has a full belly. She looks up at me and says: Eat supper? My dad would be so proud.
Lately Walter the Farting Dog has been great bedtime reading. How can you go wrong with a dog that has gas . . .
