I Am Canadian

[la_rainette]

How do you know when you have finally gone native? Well, watch us. Excerpts from this morning's smashing conversations.

Mom: oo, look, squirrel!
la rainette *unimpressed*: yeah. It's a squirrel.
Mom: Ooooooo, look, more squirrels!!!
la rainette: yes, yes, yes, there are lots of squirrels over here.
Mom: Awwww, how cute!
la rainette *peeks out, and notices that ALL the garbage cans in the streets have been thrown over and opened. It took them 4 months, but the racoons have finally figured that one out.*
la rainette: ACK! The damn racoons have been through the garbage! What a nuisance!
Mom: Racoons? Where? Where? Awwwwww! How CUTE!

You are a Canadian when the racoons stop being cute, and you don't notice the squirrels anymore. So there.

Mmmmmm. I should wake my mom up - the jet lag got the better of her an hour ago and she's sleeping elegantly (my mom is very elegant) on the Bum (Tadpolese for living-room couch) - but then this peaceful moment would be over. Oh, let's give her a few more minutes, then.

Comments

[exit-chrysalis.livejournal.com]

You also might be a Floridian. Stupid wildlife. At least you don't also have gators in your retention ponds. (I don't think you do, do you?)

[la-rainette.livejournal.com]

*g* nope, we don't. I am most certainly not a Floridian: I still go "oooo! Gator! How cute scary!" when I see one (we went to the Everglades last year, I was very impressed.)

[sir-gareth.livejournal.com]

Please note a lack of commentation in your "good mom" post was not due to a lack of caring... but more a lack of motherly experience from which to draw. Knight I am... mother I am not... and following nicely on from this... drunk I am.

I did indeed drown my sorrows for my living room floor rot and the abandoning of Amber at the shelter in a bottle of wine. And here I am... drinkies to the max... and with a Jennifer Lopez's ass worth of packing to do in the next two days.

Good one brave knight... good one. But I thought you deserved a drunken comment atthe very least... albeit massively off topic for the post upon which I deigned to scribble my intoxicated thoughts.

I could go on for a while... but its probably not a good idea. I should probably just set the coffee maker for the moring and fall into bed... and probably read for a bit with one eye covered... and probably use the word 'probably' in excess.

Ummm... yeah!

[la-rainette.livejournal.com]

:D I guessed so.

I'm sorry for Amber. And the packing will be CRUEL, get going, get going (says the Queen of Procrastination).

*hugs hungover knight gingerly* Hope the coffee'll get you in the right mood for packing (is there one, I wonder?)

[sir-gareth.livejournal.com]

I'm up! I'm up! And I've surveyed my closet. Its not going to be as difficult as I first imagined since most everything is junk... including my clothes. I think wrapping the kitchen glass ware is going to be the most time consuming. and carrying garbage bags of junk to the garage. Nothing that I can't accomplish in four hours solid work though. *rolls eyes and sups coffee*

[la-rainette.livejournal.com]

Wow. I'm still a little worried about the 4 hours (I mean, I always underestimated the time it would take...)

Hand me a cup of coffee, please? with a little milk and no sugar. Thanks :D

[sir-gareth.livejournal.com]

I'm not going to leave it till the last four hours just to test my estimate...don't worry. I have already de-junked the entire house, attic and crawlspace... it came to about 1/4 of my garage. I have arranged for it all to be taken to the dump after I've left. Now all I'm left with is non-junk... which I have two days to pack. Easy!

Have already had the estimate done on the water damage and filed an insurance claim. I'm in hyper-productive mode again... which is strange because it isn't Monday anymore.