"How are you Voyager?", you ask.
"Oh, can't complain."
I mean literally. I cannot complain. I took up the challenge by Shelagh Rogers on the CBC radio program Sounds Like Canada, to give up complaining for a week. Starting yesterday. I figured it would be easy, I'm not much of a complainer anyway. Huh. Turns out I'm full of crap.
I can't whine about the fact that the first two sunny days we have had in months have fallen on a Monday and Tuesday. And I cleaned up the cat puke this morning with a smile. Waited forty-five minutes in the doctor's office for a two minute prescription renewal appointment, never once sighing and looking pointedly at my watch. I never said a word when I snagged a half-hour old pair of panty hose. And happily paid my car insurance of $1758.
$1758!!? WTF? It's not a Ferrari, it's an Acura for God's sake. Just a tarted up Honda!....Ooops, I mean, I'm sure the Insurance Company of BC will put my reasonable premiums to very good use.
Oh, man, it is going to be a very long week. Not that I'm complaining, mind you.
Today's dream travel destination: Cathedral grove forest, Vancouver Island. Because if a woman complains in the middle of a forest and no-one hears her, she has not actually complained, right?
