Lies, big fat lies!

It really is a charmed life when the biggest problem of the day is that the claims made by my antiperspirant are found to be categorically false!

"Flawless?" Hardly! Just look at the sides of my bra! The insides of my shirts - especially the black polo! Do they really think that waxy, powdery film on my clothing is "flawless?"

This is not my idea of "going on clear." The use of the word 'clear' makes be think see-through, not visible ... but alas.

Then again, just because a window is clear doesn't mean you can't both see it and see through it!

The Height of the Commute

I experienced one of those moments that makes you glad (and this doesn't happen very often, usually I'm just indifferent) you take public transit.

I was on the westbound Bloor train, travelling to the St George stop. Standing beside me was a rather tall young man. Just after pulling out of the Bay St stop I overheard him say, "I'm six-six."

I looked to my left, where the young man was standing, and I noticed another very tall young man standing next to him! I guess he boarded the subway at Bay. The second very tall young man replied, "I'm six-five." Soon the two were chatting about their height, and no doubt all the doorways they had to duck through - they were so cute!