Monday, October 13, 2003

Happy Thanksgiving!

Last night Butter and I went to a Canadian Thanksgiving dinner. No, I didn't know such things existed either. American and Canadian readers discuss: did the Canadians steal this idea from their southern neighbours? Hmmm. Anyway, the food was good - Butter made a fab veggie mushroom thingie - but afterwards the hostess announced that it was traditional for everyone to say what they were thankful for.

Butter and I recoiled in horror. What, we had to say something sincere? Something about how thankful we are for good friends and family and for not having George Bush as President and all that horrible treacly stuff? We couldn't do it. Butter said afterwards she was thankful for the gift of irony. Anyway, Happy Thanksgiving to my Canadian readers. Not that I'll have any left after this.

We bought Syd and Nancy a digging box at the weekend - a tray full of dirt with seeds and other treats buried in it. They proceeded to carry each individual clump of mud under the sofa. Little sods.