Trying To Be Perky

In the 'it could be worse' category -

I understand that there are vicious storms in Denver, CO and that the airport has been all but shut down for days and there is general misery there. We were in that very airport last Saturday. It could have been worse.

We had some fantastic meals in Vancouver. Like, fantastic. The first night we -thought- we had something to celebrate so we went to the Keg. YUM! Seriously. I had garlic bread, teriyaki chicken and garlic mashed potatoes and Paul had escargot, a baseball sirloin and twice-baked potatoes. He said that it was certainly the best steak he had ever eaten (the server forgot to bring him a steak knife, but it didn't matter cause he was able to cut his steak with a butter knife). And I felt that it was quite possibly the best meal that I had ever had, period.

Until the next day! When we went to a little restaurant on West Pender called, I believe, the Bread Garden. I had curry chicken on jasmine rice and a mini pecan pie for dessert and I believe I actually moaned as I ate it.

Also, the trip from Vancouver to Atlanta was okay, albeit rather turbulent. But, thankfully Paul roused me from a half doze to look at the amazing mountain view as we flew over the Rockies. Absolutely stunning.

And, finally, West Jet is as good as they claim to be. You should fly with them (they are only in Canada, I believe). Fly with them today!

In the 'my fiance is a fuckwit' category -

Okay, so while I was in Canada, I'm not sure if I mentioned Paul's job change. A few months ago, Josh left the restaurant where they both worked in order to go work in a bodyshop. About a month and a half ago, the guy just above Josh left the shop and Josh moved into that dude's position, leaving his old position open. Paul and I decided that it would be in our best interest to have him take that position. Although there is little room for advancement and he has to work very hard, for long hours, he seems to enjoy it. There is very little stress (which is SO nice for him after the restaurant) and he winds up making about one and a half times what he made before. (Once, Christmas, immigration and marriage is over, that should really help up start to make a dent in our 'financial stability' goal). I am very proud of how hard he is working.

Now, the fuckwit part! He came home the other day and said '*sigh* I better tell you this before Josh does'. So, he is in the paint booth prepping a car. The first step, as I understand it, is to spray the car with this milky white stuff. The sprayer is running out, so the milky stuff is coming out in little gushes. So, my honey (oh man) holds the sprayer between his legs and pretends to make, uh, faces and noises. You know what I mean. He looks up, as he is performing this idiocy and sees...the only girl who works there standing in the doorway watching him.

The best part of that story is that I asked if Josh died laughing and he said that he did 'when he told him'. I was confused, assuming that he had been performing these grotesque actions for the amusement of Josh. No, no! There was nobody in the room. He was entertaining himself...

Perhaps a poor choice of words...