January 2, 2003
Mall and Stall
Here is Willi wondering why there isn't any roast beef in his bowl. Pardon me for littering my site with dog pictures, but then again, fuck it.
There is a winter storm closing in. No, actually it is here already. The six-sided snowflakes are falling hard and fast, and the wind is whipping the snow around the house. Please feel free to congratulate me on not getting snow tires on my new car as of yet! I might as well have bought a golf cart under the circumstances.
We nonsensically went to the mall this morning, as I wanted to buy a tripod for the new camera. Lunch was convened in the dreaded "food court" over a table built for people who can't orient a table with a chair. We felt like Martians visiting the planet CanMallia...
"Hello. Can you take me to your leader?"
"Yes, his name is Tim Hortons/Wendy's. Do you want to biggie size that?"
We ran right home after picking up the dry cleaning, some "fill-in" grocery items, and 24 gallons of white wine.
I just stuck my head outside and the snow has blanketed the yard already... and I better not be made fun of concerning all the food in the house. We aren't going to the mall again any time soon.