Isn't this the funniest looking dog? He's our landlord's dog, Max, and he weighs maybe 8 pounds. I'm still trying to figure out a way to steal him. (don't tell, okay?)
Anyway, I haven't updated in a while because, really, things have been slow in Calgary land. School, work, school, T.V., wine, aquariums, cooking, more work and school . . . that's been our life. On the note of T.V., was anyone else annoyed with the whole love triangle on Grey's? Please, McDreamy, you are too awesome to bring yourself down to that level (especially after that sex scene last season), you shouldn't have to compete. Oh, and a hearty welcome to McSteamy- you're presence as brought the show up to a level of hotness I didn't think possible.
Off that subject. . . oh, happy very belated Thanksgiving. Please, no more descriptions about what you all ate. Not that Lorne's and my feast of pizza and sausage rolls wasn't crumbelievable (Colbert Report, anyone?), but it's no turkey. Oh Christmas, come sooner.
Well, that's it for now. I have to go work on my presentation about ethnography. That's right, anthro peeps, it's back to haunt me . . . here's to hoping I make Lyons proud.
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