So... Brantford, eh?

I have now experienced small town Canada. In the shape of a "city" named Brantford, where I spent most of my week off, with my buddy Matt, whose family graciously offered to me their hospitality. I can't even say what my impression of the place was... it's very spread out, and... uh... yeah. There's really not much to say about it, and if you went, you'd know why... (there's not much there) Matt's family was great though, and we (Matt and I) had a good time, so it's all good. Seemed like a good area to raise kids.

Ps. - I have now done the "hanging out in a Tim Horton's parking lot" thing. I can feel the blood in my veins canadianizing. It's scary.

I lost my sausage

That's right.... In the grocery store tonight... Lost my sausage. Under a rack of gum. It was sad... it rolled under there, and I couldn't reach it... I tried, but then the manager was coming, and I didn't want him to see me groping around under his display... I'd have to explain things... so I left it there. Good thing I got another sausage.

Mmmm, kielbasa.