China* Supports After-School Activities

When Brie got home from school today, she asked what I was up to.

"I'm going to make macaroni cards!" I told her unabashedly, preparing myself for her laughter and criticism.

Instead, she excitedly asked me, "Can I help?! I have construction paper and stickers!"

We then proceeded to squeal like little girls, and ran about the house gathering supplies. (To increase this mental imagery, you can add to the equation the fact that Brie was wearing a skirt, and I was wearing a dress with not just one, but three bows on it. I also had to stand on a chair to get stuff out of the cupboard.)


We had a box full of markers, stickers, construction paper, glue, scissors and of course, the best part. . .


Macaroni! (Our subletters left behind bags of the stuff. We have to put it to good use, somehow.)


Tonight, I took a break from the grudging studying task of reading The Psychology of Human Sexuality (yes, it's such a boring and painful class to be enrolled in, you have no idea!) to head down to Mick E. Fynn's to give Red the finished product.


He was quite pleased with the card, I think.

None of us, however, are pleased with the ridiculous humidity we are experiencing. I know everyone in Alberta is frustrated with the non-warm weather, but keep in mind that humidity equals a perma-shiny complexion (see above), and an odour that no deordorant known to man can combat.

I'm going to go shower now, and continue reading my textbook. Although not necessarily in that order.

* Amongst our group of friends, we have adopted the practice of naming our homes. Think plantations in the old south, ie. Tara in Gone with the Wind. China is the nickname given to our house, because we live above a Chinese food restaurant. It is also funny when used in sentences for obvious reasons, such as the title of this post.