I'd like to make it, but it will depending on my progress on the bastard assignment, and more importantly, how much guilt I'm feeling about taking time off on working on the bastard assignment.
The place is called Kinh Do (Or something like that) and is on the corner of Barrington and Morris, across from Captain Costa-lot's
Check with Megan, then. 12 noon at the place I'm vaguely describing which we assume is open.
I'll probably forget - she's catching zeds right now. If you think if it, bring it up at breakfast -we're coming down for that on the morn.
Sue to the rescue!
Bastard assignment with its ass face!
Can do Kinh Do.
Sweet Jesus but there are a lot of Tim Horton's in this city.
Ooohhmmmmmmm. It is right to give thanks and praise.
Amen
I shall bring it up at breakfast. Just see if I don't.
There's a total dearth of that sweet sweet, possibly nicotine laced goodness in this town. Almost as bad as Toranna. Coffe Time my ass.
Mecha, there will be a baby in Ottawa. K's getting sliced open on the 22nd. And she's already informed me that you and Brian will be roped into doing some painting.
It's past my bedtime. Greams! ( = goodnight, sweet dreams.) Such abbreviations were an early sign of my efficiency obsession, now mainly demonstrated when I curse at people who exit the bus via the front door.
Kinh Do sounds great! I'm in! I love everyone! The world is fuzzy and nice! Give thanks and praise for great boots! Rubber babybuggy bumpers!