International Man of Maaaaaa!
I am back from Canada, a good old trip down Memory Lane. I slept in the room where I learned to walk (age 1), saw the road where I learned to drive (age 13) and even visited the spot where we learned to drink (c. age 14) The bagpipes were sweet and the nieces were a lot of fun, but the metric system and milk in bags was too much to handle. Glad to be back home. Now I'm going to bed for a few days. Bye.