there is NOTHING more fun than shopping for women's shoes....

(me, the missus, our feet, Grego and Gordo)
So, with Greg and Gord from Canada meeting us in Syracuse for supper at Strong Hearts, we wanted to multi-task first. (Strong Hearts, btw, is a new vegan cafe that is absolutely awesome---no animal anything on the menu, and all these young hipsters with tats and piecings hanging around....)
The missus has been trying to find the perfect pair of sandals all summer. But now tis August and:
a) not much warm weather left here in Canada's backyard
b) SALE TIME!

The missus did a ton of reseach, all summer long. Sunday I was like
"look, you walk into Lord and Taylor, they have hundreds of pairs of sandals displayed and on super-duper sale, you'll be happy".
And so me, who hatesHATES shopping for anything, esp. women's clothing and shoes, sat there like a very good boy for two hours. I really was good, and quiet, helpful even, and then she decided she was happy, twice, and off we went to meet my buddies Grego and Gordo, passing through on their way back to Ontario.
So Gord last month is like "if we're meeting, can I have some stuff shipped to you and you'll deliver it to me?" which sounds like the opening sequence in a movie involving Turkish Prisons or Homeland Security.
So what arrives????? Much to my surprise, something from, and I swear I am not kidding, the 'cannon fuse company'. Gord emails me "oh yeah, that's illegal in Ontario, so I had it shipped to you and then I'll bring it home"
and I am wondering what exactly the 'cannon fuse' company sent me. And then there was the huge box that probably held a body, and finally, the arrows. I swear I am not making this up, and if Homeland Security is reading this, believe me, that stuff is long gone now....

So then, of course, home again and grabbed the penguin and shook up a couple of vodka martinis......