Tomorrow's Wednesday. I love Wednesdays 'coz it's Kumar's day off. Every Wednesday I get driven to and from work, and he likewise drops off and picks the kids up from the daycare (for a change!) ahhh, life doesn't get any better than that! And on an especially good Wednesday (sadly too few and far between) he'll even cook - of course, that's if popping fish sticks in the oven and preparing instant rice & frozen veggies counts as cooking, well, in my book it totally does!!!

"Hey, do you want to do lunch tomorrow?" Kumar asked me earlier this evening, "Sure" I replied, "That's a great idea, babes, since we do have a great deal of catching up to do!" I continued. "What's that supposed to mean???" He demanded, feigning surprise, and then we both burst out laughing at the "absurdity" of having to book lunch appointments with each other so we could actually sit down and talk (sigh).

However, now, in retrospect, what was so funny about what I had said, isn't communication king??? Well, it's supposed to continue to deluge tomorrow, I hope we won't have to take a *raincheck*...

On a crummier note, pretty bummed out that we won't be going for dinner with friends at Chuck Hughes' Garde-Manger tomorrow as planned. Speaking of appointments, one of Kumar's clients made one at the last minute to shop with him for tomorrow evening, and that's the main reason why we can't make it. Then there's the weather to consider as well...blah...and our trusted babysitter who's not available either. I'm sad that we won't get to hang and sad that I won't be able to try the much-feted (by my friends) deep-fried Mars bar since I've been looking forward to this for sometime now - gosh, this is all too anti-climactic after all of that pent-up anticipation :( If the ever efficient Miriam gets reservations for all of us again, it'll probably be for July (around the same time I'll be getting my Canada goose) of course, by no means through any fault of her own, the restaurant is just *that* busy...

Ciao!- not that I'm going anywhere, heck, noooo! I need this blog way too much. I just can't believe that I had actually said "ciao" in reply to Sema as she bid me goodbye at 5:00 p.m. today. Couldn't help it if I've always been more of a "hi/bye" person. But after working at Sajo for almost five years running, the Italianisms were bound to rub off on me...eventually :)

Here's some more Canada Goose obsession coming from someone who has yet to receive her online order, the status of which is still "pending" :( (at the rate things are going, I'll probably be receiving my Parka next July during another one of those brutal heatwaves!!!):

It's amazing how a Canada Goose jacket can spark up coversations between people who don't know each other from Adam. That's how popular they are! Showing up last Sunday at one of our family's favorite mid-scale restaurants, L'Academie in Centropolis, Laval, without a reservation, in a lame attempt to be *spontaneous* (lol), we found ourselves behind a long queue of people waiting to be seated as well. Figuring that "this is going to be long," I led Maya to the washroom to wash our hands already to save time. We rejoined Kumee to find him chatting with a another couple. "This is my wife, Aimee," Kumar began introducing us, (Oh, hi! Pleased to meet you, yah-di-yah-di-yah....") "and my daughter, Maya..." (lady crouches down to Maya's level) "You have one stylish, Daddy"!!! She gushed. Then standing back up again and smoothening out (imaginary) creases on her trench with both hands, she blushingly explained to me that they had been admiring Kumee's *Goose*... "Oh, that..." I replied, and never knowing how to graciously accept a compliment (which really just requires a simple "Thank You" in acknowledgement which I have yet to master) I, of course, felt obligated to reciprocate in kind (it's a cultural *thing*, what am I supposed to do anyway? Smugly concur that I'm, uh, hot???) and looking over to her husband, told them how I *liked* his Burberry vest, it's brand being given away by the recognizable tartan lining, made visible with it's collar folded down the way he was wearing it. I heaved a great sigh and related to the lady, the particulars of my recent experience at Stylexchange looking for a Canada Goose for myself and she moaned at how expensive they are. "But they're totally worth it," I maintained, "Yeah" she agreed, "For you and I they're worth it but not for fourteen year old kids, they are! I have two teenagers who've been nagging me since, like, forever"!!! She lamented. I smiled at her sympathetically and then shot a worried glance at Maya, who was fidgeting with the crowd-control rope as I realized that *this* was in our future. The couple got seated and soon after, we were being led to our own cozy booth and upon arrival thereat, I spotted a common coat-tree for our section of the floor. "Huns," I warned Kumar as he was about to hang up his jacket, "I wouldn't hang your coat there if I were you...."

On Jessica Zafra

OK, the shepherd's pie is in the oven, the kids are calm, it's time for a bit of comic relief, after yesterday's whiny episode...If you haven't yet noticed I would like to direct your attention to a new blog that I have since added to the list of the one's I follow. It's none other than the illustrious Jessica Zafra's official blog who I am *rediscovering* after a long time. Back in college in Ateneo de Naga, when us kids were still memorizing DOS commands and syntax, I would devour any bit of material of hers that I could get my hands on...in fact, I might still have a few *clippings* of her articles tucked away somewhere which I had actually brought over with me from the old country!!!!

The only problem is that, as much as I adore her ridiculously sharp wit and conversely, her blunt sense of humour, I'm afraid to read too much of her work, for fear that I'll just be quoting her half of the time and/or be inclined to plagiarizing which I don't think she would take too kindly to...even if plagiarizing falls under the umbrella of imitation which in turn, of course, is the best form of flattery!!!

But I couldn't resist reading one of her recent posts "Alchemy and Genetics" on what is just short of a rather curious phenomenon of the almost invariably good-looking offspring produced by interracial (inter-cultural) couples, particularly those born of a Filipina "na hindi naman kagandahan" or essentially, of *mediocre* looks and of a man of another racial background equally plain in the looks department. Of course, it hit close to home, being a quintessential example of an ordinary *Pinay*myself, although, my better half, Kumar, who is Sri Lankan is not necessarily too hard on the eyes as my Mom would say!!! Yes between my almond-shaped eyes and his dark complexion, sure made for some babies with unique and killer good looks rarely observed among their purebred peers, who of course are cute in their own right!!! It was good that she even discussed this topic and with a scientific explanation at that that was still almost completely layman friendly and was certainly good to know too what exactly was at play from the time my kids were conceived until I popped them out!!! Totally endorsing Jessica, prepare to marvel at her through the roof I.Q.!!!! "Mabuhay tayong mga pinay"!!!

Woohoo!!! So I think I survived my initiation into blogging with six months (already!) having had elapsed since my first post and this is probably how, well at least, one of, my (formerly) many daily status updates would have read today, had I not since given Facebook up: "Delighted at the diverse demographic make-up of the visitors of my blog..."

For a while there was a lull in the activity that my blog was seeing. Getting hits only in response to my shameless self-promotion on Facebook and/or by voluntary visits by both my *eight* publicly-declared followers and those of the *anonymous* set who are too ashamed to be *openly* associated with me in any way (Thanks guys, I love you, too!). These days, my blog is actually enjoying visits by people from exotic places such as Newark, Delaware & Laval, Quebec (lol) & by a significant European (Western & Eastern, Scandinavia) representation as well as some random views by people coming from places as far out as Jeddah & Jamaica, no kidding! I might never know whether these ones exited my blog as fast as they stumbled upon it without even reading as much as an article (A, The) (the limitations of my free version of Feedjit!), but it still makes me deliriously happy...no, it doesn't take much!!!

My Continuing Exploits in Retailville

Personally, I'm not a big fan of Chateau. You can tell it's been a long time since I've actually shopped there with the only items I have from the chain sitting in my closet being two identical tube tops, one in bubblegum pink and the other in powder blue, I mean who wears that these days (except Barbie)??? I'd never go to Chateau specifically, although I will walk in if I happen to be by one, just out of curiosity, to quickly check out their wares. But honestly, each time I would find myself greatly disappointed at how everything would be so overpriced (for the quality of their stuff anyways). As for their styles, I don't know, I just think that Chateau is to fashion what Pop is to music...it's the best analogy I can come up with...It's too mainstream - fleeting and fadish, too staged and contrived and can border on trashy sometimes. Definitely not my style. But some people like it and that's ok, too. I'm not exactly one to scour for hours through thrift shops either in search of vintage finds and neither am I "Lolita" - I'm a bit too old for that!

So when I got an invitation to the annual friends and family event courtesy of my friend, Karen, I decided that I'd go during my lunch hour one day last week. When Sheryl & I got there, I immediately made a beeline for the shoe section, and passed rack after rack and mound after mound of clothes...hoping to find something worthwhile. I was giddy with excitement to have unearthed and found me a pair of Jessica Simpson boots! I didn't even know that they carried her stuff! I wasted no time & cashed it to just consummate the retail "deed" already, headed back to the office with Sheryl and then spent the rest of the afternoon mentally rehearsing how I would tell Kumar. We have this practice of letting each other know about our respective purchases. I think it's only fair. Mind you, the boots cost next to nothing, but I've been shopping all month!!!

It kinda helped that Kumar came home in a good mood after having spent the evening, or more like the entire night (the guy got home at midnight!) with his college buddy, Ray, who was in town on business, so at 1:00 a.m on the bed, with our fingers interlaced & our bodies sandwiching Jaden, with bated breath I began: "Oh by the way, huns..."

Kumar: "Yeah"????

Me: "Well, you know Karen gave me tickets to the family and friends event at Chateau..."

Kumar: "Yeah"????

Me: "So I went..."

Kumar: "And"???

Me: "Well, I actually found these Jessica Simpson boots (emphasis on Jessica, Kumar has a thing for her!) they were originally retailing at $275.00 and were marked down to $100.00 and with the ticket...came up to $50.00, would you believe"???

Kumar: "That's a pretty sweet deal you got, princess..."

Aimee: "I know, isn't it, loveski"???

Kumar: "Show me in the morning..."

Aimee: "I will...goodnite, babes!"

Kumar: (had since let go of my hand and had rolled over...)

Me: (Man, I get away with waaay too much!!!)

Next stop, Stylexchange warehouse sale with Patty....

I was tickled pink to learn that Ryan Reynolds has just been bestowed People's magazine's much-coveted title, "Sexiest Man Alive." I kinda like him, I mean, what's not to like??? Between his boyish good looks and his, uh, sinewy torso??? You know the type - let me see, hunky, virile (lol). But I must say that what I find most attractive about him is his intelligence - "Dude, smart is sexy" - according to Farah. I couldn't agree more....

Here's a snippet of my dream last night: (the scene is in progress) In a weird turn of events, I find myself being the common object of desire of both Kumar & Ryan (???). What started off as a seemingly polite & civil conversation between the two quickly escalates into a rather heated argument, the men are literally at each other's throat, and the next thing I know, they are physically fighting over me!!! They pay no heed to my frantic pleas for them to stop which are barely audible anyways above their strenuous grunting and the sickening sound of the blows they exchange and after what seems like a most grueling eternity of manly grappling, Ryan surrenders in bitter defeat and of course, my baby emerges the victor and staggers towards me at which point I woke up (abruptly) quite bewildered and a bit disoriented and slightly confused as to Scarlett Johanssen's whereabouts during all of this...hmmm...

Clearly, dreams are just totally wack *reruns* in the subconscious, of the thoughts that dominate one's mind during the day!!!

Galliano Bags??

Kumar can be such a tease sometimes, I mean, what was the point of calling me at the office just to tell me that the "girls at the store were going crazy" over some "amazing" Michael Kors clothes *package* they were getting courtesy of Harry Rosen and of course exclusive to lady associates working there only, well, other than to make me green with envy, I guess??? Why tell me to "look down at Claudia's feet" (to see the Gucci shoes she's wearing), or that "Cantonese girls are *sick* dressers" bedecked in designer stuff from head to toe??? Or insist that I "accesorize, accesorize, accesorize" if he makes a fuss whenever I come home with rustling tissue-lined parcels??? Well, Kumar, I realize, isn't actually all that bad because while for most men, the only article of clothing they will ever surprise the women in their lives with, is usually limited to the skimpier nightwear variety, Kumar will surprise me every now and then with an actual blouse or sweater or dress, besides the usual chocolate & flowers and whatnot. If anything, I might be a bit spoiled that way - his working in retail (and being metro) does have it's advantages! For example, while I was at home on mat leave, whenever I wanted new clothes and couldn't be bothered to dress the kids, pay an arm and a leg for parking, haul their stroller out of the trunk and hit the mall, I'd send Kumar to pick something up for me. In general, having someone else shop for you is usually a hit and miss undertaking, but this arrangement seemed to work pretty well for us. All Kumar would have to do is swing by Club Monaco (my fave!) next door of Harry's, size up one of his lady retail friends weighing more or less as much as I do, and enlist her help to choose stuff. This system was almost virtually foolproof! But of course, now that I'm back at work and with the kids in daycare, I've resumed shopping for myself.

Now going back to the other day, Kumar must've mistaken my mock chagrin over his news as real displeasure, because he ended up surprising me with a John Galliano bag from Energie Exchange. I really didn't know how to react. I was certainly appreciative of the gesture - the bag itself wasn't exorbitantly expensive, having been marked down to $200 CAD from $500, but it was simply alright - nothing spectacular or wow...Kumar was right, it was something I could use with jeans on a casual Friday, or as a really really fancy (quoting Kumar: "sick") diaper bag but it honestly didn't have anything going for it, and certainly didn't justify the cost. It was similar to a Juicy bag with the grey velour material and some fancy embroidery embellishment on it and PVC handles and pewter buckles. I turned it over again and again, modeled it in front of the mirror and then finally told Kumar that I would mull it over that night as to whether I really wanted it or not and slept on it (the thought, not the bag). The next morning, I decided that the bag was a waste of money & I was actually getting more and more indignant at John Galliano, I mean, where does the designer get off selling a bag for a gazillion-fold more than what it actually cost to make, what, just because he's Galliano??? And I couldn't believe that Kumar had bought into the trap!!! So I told Kumar, to exchange the bag for something nice for himself, reassured him that I appreciated the thought (because he vowed to never buy me anything again!) and I would apply the amount towards my Canada Goose Parka. And that was that.

When it comes to certain things, I do let go of my bargain-hunting, H&M-frequenting self's philosophy (also held by every other penny-pinching style puss): "A real Timex is better than a fake Rolex." A classic Louis Vuitton tote or a Burberry trench, being some of those *certain* exceptions although a hand-crafted, alligator Hermes Birkin bag might be a bit much! Things like the former two, are items that I think, are worth the price and are defintely good investments, think of them as gifts to yourself that keep giving back, you just can't go wrong, and if you get them as gifts from really generous hubbies, dot, dot, dot, EVEN BETTER ;)

Read *somewhere*: Quoting Paulo Coehlo: "Those who have never been wounded in love can never say that they have lived. Because they haven't." I found it cute how some people wear their hearts on their sleeves quoting mush like that and funny too how the author asserts this like it's fact or some universal truth, although I do think I know what he's trying to say: that just as much as one needs to have indulged the physical senses with all things wonderfully perceivable by them, one needs to have *deeply* felt - scaling mountain-like heights of elation and down the opposite extreme to abysmal lows and every other crazy emotion in between to be able to say that one has *lived* and of course what else can wreak so much inner havoc than love, particular one gone sour, bad or downright ugly and/or messy or so I think that's what he's trying to say...whatever..I mean, since when has being able to say that one has lived (fully) ever been contingent on having had one's heart broken???

I can only handle so much emotion, and try to avoid writing about it, or at least sharing it with others when I do. In fact, out of the some seventy posts I have written so far (some four months worth of writing!) there are about five of them that I've never published and have never seen the light of day and remain as drafts, the sole purpose of which being personal, intended for just leaching out, or as my friend Farah puts it, *bleeding*. Yes, There is a measure of comfort to be had in writing about feelings, but never absolution, nor closure. Morever, feelings are abstract, and these days, a bit too confusing for me, and are proving to be too difficult to crystallize in words, so I haven't made any conscious effort to lately. I prefer to write about concrete, tangible things - inanimate objects, like my rubber finger at work or *certain* down-filled jackets, about the everyday, the trivial and the mundane - rarely emotionally-charged, never politically-swayed but sometimes slightly socially-relevant & of course about *people* - my own foibles:) and even Lady Gaga...

On Dentist' Appointments

Marrying Kumar actually involved marrying his dentist as well, I guess it made perfect sense, just for the convenience of it all, especially when it came to insurance purposes & scheduling, etc...well, maybe not as convenient as having a dentist in the same building where we live (there really is one) but just to think how far they go back: Kumar & Dr. Tenser along with his orthondist Dr. Israelovitch have had this long-standing relationship as the latter two fomed this dynamic duo/tandem (lol) and worked closely together to correct Kumar's overbite and tweak and tweak some more to perfection his smile over no less than *eight* years, yes, eight years!!! (So it really raised some loyalty issues plus they had vested interest - imagine if Kumar were to ever sign a Close Up commercial contract???)

So Kumar got his braces off just in time for our wedding, it's a good thing, too because that would've made for some funny pictures had he not!!! But really, this actually served as an indication to Kumar of the depth of my love for him, I mean the guy wore braces while we were dating, but I saw past all of that (blinding metal)!!! Anyhow, I think it's cute, the friendship we've forged with our dentist and hygienist and even the receptionist, for that matter, over the years and why not? They saw us get married, they saw the birth of our first child, the purchase of our first home, the arrival of our second child, (and most recently, the passing away of my mom) and through routine check-ups, root canal scares and unerupted wisdom teeth extractions!!! I'm especially fond of Lucy, the hygienist, who takes such a personal and what I can sense is a genuine interest in her patients. It certainly makes up for my ob-gyne, who during both my pregnancies treated me like a number, and kept referring me to as either his 9:30 or 11:15 or 15:45! (I guess, like any other job, theirs become monotonous too after awhile! And in retrospect, I think it's better to have been treated as such, I've felt violated enough being *routinely* poked and prodded! Anymore attention than what was due would've been freaky!) I always enjoy chit-chatting with Lucy and after every six months or so, there's always a great deal of catching up to do...only problem is that her questions aren't always answerable by yes or no, signified respectively by a nod or a head shake, so the whole (not necessarily pleasant) cleaning process actually takes a whole half hour longer than it's supposed to.

I usually walk out of there with a clean bill of *oral* health (and a loot bag filled with colgate samplers and Maya with her Dollarama toy!) and I've prided myself in that, but today, I was told that I needed to go back for fillings. "Have I been flossing"??? Just what is that supposed to mean??? I'm (like) freaking out - I don't know even know what I've done differently in the past six months to have deserved this!!! Oh joy!

OK, so this is how it all went down the other night: picked the kids up from the daycare, strapped their resisting bodies into the car, negotiated trafficky and *potholey* Montreal streets and made our way home, got supper going, actually sat down to eat, cleared the table, did the dishes, tidied up the house, gave the kids a bath, mustered up all the energy I had left and *animately* read them a story, and finally put them down for the night - when I come to think of it, this is pretty much what takes place every weeknight with very little variation, so much so that I could almost do all of the above blindfolded - sure, this routine we've settled into with me working gets to me sometimes but there's certainly never a dull moment - especially with Jaden who at nineteen months of age is giving us foreglimpses of how it's going to be like when he actually hits the "terrible two's" and with our pre-schooler Maya firmly believing that she's a princess (I hope that she will come to the realization that she isn't royalty on her own when the time comes because, I do not want to be the one to burst her bubble!)

It's a wonder how I didn't conk out myself within two seconds flat after putting them to bed. I actually had a little more energy to spare to join Kumar who had since taken to the couch and was aimlessly flipping through channels by then...nothing good was on except for Remember Me starring Robert Pattinson of that, uh,*vampire* movie fame and that's exactly why it actually caught our attention, I mean the poor guy, through no fault of his own, has been forever typecast, so we thought it would be interesting to watch Pattinson make a departure from the saga, lose the pasty complexion, to take on a different, more *livelier* role in a *literal* sense. The problem is I can't watch movies like that, that is halfway through, let alone without knowing what they're all about, I need a gist or a general outline of some sort as some kind of frame of reference. So, I ended up excusing myself and googling up "Remember Me," read the whole synopsis, and this time for real used up all of my remaining energy, just trying to keep myself from spoiling the ending for Kumar, but as it turned out it wasn't necessary, by the time I rejoined him, he was out cold too and *snoring* on the couch. I guess, you know you're getting old when, you can't stay up till so late, let alone pull all-nighters, uh, reading or something...

Anyways, for some reason, I got a second wind that night and ended up taking a quick peek at Facebook...I'm actually amazed at how
quickly the whole thing got *old* for me. I think a lot of it has to do with the fact that I was never into Farmville or any other of their games...I know that would've probably compounded the problem. All I've received so far is a single sincere and the cutest ever plea (hi pauline!) to "please be back on Facebook!?" So, I won't necessarily be making the announcement "back by *popular* demand" anytime soon. Rest assured though that I haven't abandoned Facebook altogether and I definitely don't mean to be a snob, but it's simply because it isn't compatible with my role as a *responsible* mom especially being given to *addictions* like this...

A

Canada Goose

Right in the middle of the epic heatwave last summer, which, as I said, was "leaving my naturally wavy hair with waaay too much to be desired," I wrote a post on Uggs boots and Canada Goose Jackets. It might have seemed early to be talking about "winterizing" at the time, but as I had emphasized, the post was totally in step with the ridiculously fast moving pace of the fashion industry that "keeps churning out new styles outdating the last trend every milli-second, it seems!" And sure enough, it's only November, which has seen (so far!) all but a light dusting of the evil evil white stuff and already, Canada Goose jackets are sold out, well maybe not completely: I went to Stylexchange yesterday, just "out of curiousity" to see for how much exactly they actually retail: $575 CAD (steep but worth it!) for the long "Chilliwack" coat that was secured with an elaborate and very serious-looking anti-theft device and just short of being literally bolted down to the rack. I've had my heart set though, on getting the "Montebello" parka in black for about two years now, but of course they no longer had any available in my size or color of choice...all they had left were ones in, of all colors, uh, *canary* yellow. "Would you like to try it on?" the canary, I mean, sales associate on the floor chirped, interrupting my pensive interlude and relaxing my furrowed brow: "That's ok," I replied, "I'll wait until you get more black ones in my size" but she warned me that, "It could be a veeery long wait, even Canada Goose, (the company) can't keep up with the demand." "I'll wait," I repeated nicely - was she kidding me? I wasn't about to be coaxed into doling out $500+ for a banana yellow jacket (by a salesperson working on commission, even if I have a soft-spot for their kind, especially for one in particuler:))

Now, quoting my silly self again: "It's a shame that with the advent of every trend, comes the proliferation of imitations - some by rival manufacturers that blatantly copy the styling of the original or by those who run more clandestine operations and try to pass their goods off as the real thing." Yes, even the jackets are being imitated. In fact, I stumbled across a few sites selling some for significantly cheaper - yes, *my* black Montebello parka in XS!!! (God, please save me from myself!!!!) Now, of course, I wouldn't mind saving myself a few hundred bucks, I mean who doesn't even if you're loaded - with money coming out of the, uh, wazoo? But are they real, though??? That's what I would like to know!!!

November

A recent development involving a person who has since become an unofficial (self-appointed) promoter/literary agent of sorts (lol) of this blog compelled me to write this post. I was mortified that the said shared the direct link to (of all the choices!) an older post on my forays into spa-bliss. Granted, my permission was obtained first but still, I mean, just how much hatred can you have for people to subject them to so much torture making them read about me and the spa??? I'm not sure of how much of it they had actually read before they let out a big yawn and decided it wasn't worth the bother and carried on with whatever it was that they were doing and I couldn't remember exactly what I had written either, for all I know I could've been, er, drunk at the time (haha). So I thought, "let me read it again" (yeah,my own blog post, how weird is that?!) to make sure there wasn't anything painfully embarrasing or even incriminating for that matter - you see, it's one thing when a distant relative living in Germany reads your blog post or a grade school chum you only have vague memories of & had reconnected with just recently through Facebook does...but when a person you work in such close proximity to reads it, well, that just makes me cringe...and want to crawl under a rock.

So as it turns out, there wasn't anything too too bad in the post than as I had initially feared (and again I don't know how much of it was read) except for a quick reference to "funny" disposable underwear & a rather vivid description of a full body chocolate mask (haha). However, I did notice too how I had described the waiting area of Spa Diva as "beautiful," well, my personal aim from the founding of this blog was to be truthful in everything I wrote, and I think I might have fibbed a bit there on that one, not that the place wasn't nice, it was - only in a circa 1995 Zen-ish way, in other words, the place is in dire need of some (or a lot of) updating. Mind you, the service itself was impeccable...but again, depending on how particular you are when it comes to ambience, you could end up being either a bit or very disappointed...(In my case, I was perfectly content with the efficient karate chops to my backside, nevermind the (gasp!) unstreamlined
microfiber couches in the waiting area....)

So I just wanted to take the time now to nevertheless, thank the self-appointed publisher/promoter of this blog for paying such rapt attention to my nonsense - it is a big deal to me considering that said is an actual published writer (something I could only aspire to be) among other things - just one figurative feather in said's hat, so to speak. And also because apparently (as it had been brought to my attention), I had overlooked said on my previous post although, in my mind, I thought the list to be quite
exhaustive in fact, as it was & that I had pretty much covered everyone that needed to be thanked. Well, if this isn't enough and
depending on the outcome of this rather unlikely alliance, I might one day devote a whole blog post or two to the said, but I really,
really
wouldn't
hold
my
breath;)