| zeri ( @ 2007-08-20 18:36:00 |
Well, we are taking a page from 444's book and ditching the unclean apartment. The Boy found three fat, contented cockroaches in our utensil drawer, so an executive decision was made, I was duly informed, and the household voted to relocate (except for one nay-saying furball who likes to hunt and eat the six-legged prey). Hopefully we will find a good place for November.
Also, the Canadian gov't clearly got a cut-rate bulk deal on breadline communist-era, Kafka-inspired passport offices, and had them shipped complete (including redtape and surly staff) to cities all across our otherwise friendly and efficient land. Although for some inexplicable reason, the surly bastards running my passport office have french accents. FIVE HOURS in various line ups - FIVE HOURS. All to go to the US of A for a business trip, where they no doubt have my name red-flagged and an orange jumpsuit waiting for me at the customs desk in Charlotte, NC.
BAH.