a peek inside the fish bowl.

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> Women's Fashion: Part V, Releasing Your Inner Slut. Brilliant. See also The Non-Expert: Threesomes.

> Ever wonder how to behave when travelling around the world? What about Canada?

> More good reads to be found at riley dog.

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Am getting over food poisoning. The culprit was a bad chicken shwarma from that place up the street. I hate half before the realization hit - "hey, this chicken doesn't taste quite right."

I'm still feeling yucky. Oh, and work has been hell.

I can't wait for the weekend.

Hope you all have a good one,

Finally, the Easter craziness is over. The weekend was very nice but I'm actually glad to be back at work.

I was starting to get tired of all the chocolate.

We have a bunch of photos to post, and I posted a few from Sarah's Birthday, in case you missed them. There are a bunch more to come too.

We're in the process of toilet training Sarah. She's managed to use the toilet successfully a dozen or so times now. She insists on using the toilet, and like her sister, has bypassed the potty altogether.

I don't think that thing has ever seen a drop of pee. We could probably sell it as new, uncontaminated, if we had the forethought to keep the packaging. ha.

Anyway, part of toilet training is that as parents we are required to HEAP loud praise on whoever um... deposits any bodily fluids into the toilet and/or potty.

We are required by parental law to unleash our unbridled enthusiasm. This hopefully serves to encourage a repeat performance.

I can honestly say that the woo-hoos and the applause and cheering are the equivalent to:

overtime goals scored during hockey playoffs
during a movie, when the bad guy falls to a well-deserved death following a tense seat-gripping car chase
when you win the BBQ in the hospital lottery
when your tax return comes back and the news is better than expected.

You get my point. We cheer a lot.

The other day I was in a public washroom with Sarah. There were other women milling around the sink area and occupying the stalls. I went in a stall. I stood Sarah in the far corner and told her not to touch anything. I went. I flushed, and looked up to see Sarah beaming at me with a joyous expression ... equivalent to the receipt of a gift at Christmas time.

She clapped her hands with excited glee.

"YAY!" She yelled. "Mummy peed in the toilet!!!"

I don't think anyone, in my whole personal history, has ever been so impressed.

andrea