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September 12th was Bradley Somer’s book launch for Fishbowl.

IMG_3744 Rebecca Stanfel and I drove up to Calgary for it.  It’s a mere 6 hour drive if you actually know where you are going.

Therefore, it took us 7.


Macleod Trail is under construction. DO NOT TAKE THIS ROAD. But if you do, you can strike up a nice conversation with a bride you will drive next to for half an hour.


What is nice about Canada is the fact they let you know that they are not putting down recycled roads from, say, Toronto, but they are using NEW asphalt.

Brad knows how to throw a party.  He did a few readings, had a band and then had a drag show to tie everything up.  (Which it did.  Read the book.)


Everyone is riveted!


I’ve never seen the Sound of Music in drag but I also haven’t laughed this hard in a very, very long time.


This is the world’s greatest writing group of which I am not a part. But they are Canadian so they were too polite to ask me to get out of the picture.


Rebecca and me! We had such a great time. Everyone should road trip with her. NOW.

I loaded up on chocolate and gripe water with alcohol to give to my kids when they aren’t really sick but think they are so it looks like I’m doing SOMETHING and headed home.

I highly recommend going to Brad’s next book launch which he doesn’t think he is going to do.

But he will.

And if he doesn’t, we can just all meet up at his house on a Tuesday at about 6:15pm for dinner.  I hear Poutine is AMAZING.


40th Bday Part 1

I took a moment of silence this week in honor of turning 40. And I stopped crying about an hour ago.

It hasn’t been that bad, actually. I received KISS drinking glasses, Wonder Woman socks, a running belt, a drill set (which was obviously a gag gift), and  my husband took me to Italy to take the edge off (Post to come.)

My husband also threw me a surprise party. My friend, Sharon, had the job of getting me out of the house. She took me to a movie. We were supposed to go to Safe Haven. I decided I couldn’t sit and watch a couple 20-somethings who have no clue fall in love with each other while their metabolisms allow them to eat cake without thinking about the calories.

Instead we went to Die Hard.

I spent my 40th bday watching a 57 year old stand up after getting kicked in the gut a lot.

It was perfect.


Running belt, shoes, and KISS… The 40’s are looking ok.