itsallovernow | My brain's mixed up but I smell yummy

Got home last night at 9:30 p.m. to discover that my stuff from Lush had finally arrived. Now the cat and I smell like Skinny Dip shower gel - all warm white chocolate and cloves. I am supposed to smell this way. The cat is not, but the lure of paper, bath products and a cardboard box combined with my poor judgement in leaving the box on the coffee table unattended for a few moments lead to the inevitable disaster.

I find it terribly altering to my sense of how the world should work that the Canadians have access to something that I do not:) We are Americans, we are superior, shouldn't we have Lush stores in more than one or two cities?! Hee Hee. I can't even write that with a straight face.

Didn't get to write last night because I got home so late - Latin student, French student, Latin student. It's a wonder my brain still functions in English. As it is, my vocabulary gets all tangled up when I teach those languages back to back and I tried to teach the subjunctive in the wrong language. Let me tell you, saying to a kid, "it's a mood not a tense" gets you very little aside from blank stares and obscene mutterings.

However, back to writing -

rubberneck continues her scenettes and

whitelight1 was attacked by J/A shmoop to her surprise, which along with the good crack that I've been harrassing from

crankygrrl kept me happy and satisfied yesterday. Which means I should probably return to Word and get myself back to work.

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Hee hee. Better beer than who? Typical American beer bites, but we have some excellent state-specific local brew - Fat Tire Ale from Boulder, CO, Summit Pale Ale, for MN, Devil's Mountain, from CA (although I haven't had that in so long I'm not sure it counts), Red Seal, Sierra Nevada, mmm, now I want beer. I think my employers would from on that.

Canadian beer is better than all American beers.

This is a central tennet of Canadian national identity. As is our belief that Canadians can drink twice as much American beer as Canadian beer without getting drunk.

Hence the following joke that every Canadian learns around about the time they start buying their own beer (18-19):

"What does making love in a canoe and American beer have in common?'

"They're both fucking close to water."

Closely tied with the joke that is purportedly an American import:

"How do you get 50 drunken Canadians out of your pool?"

"Ask them to leave."

I love these:)

Hee!

I wish I liked beer. Just another way in which I can be psychotically unpatriotic. *sigh*

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