My parents are getting nostalgic that I am leaving. Every morning, my otherwise non emotional father, greets me with a kiss....its too sweet, and he is secretly handing me $20 here and there to busy stuff when my mum isn't looking.
My mum is funny too. She keeps sending me postings of things on craigs list, that I have already bought, which are now on sale at a higher price....just to show me what a great deal I got.
Last night Fathead and I drove up to richmond hill to buy a rug from a gay couple. I mention that they were gay because when we knocked on the door, the fellow who sold me the couple ran in the girliest way to the door, and as I made an offer he, touched the rug lovingly and said, "Just you give it a good home now."