Go support my mom

Canadian Breast Cancer Foundation: Run for the Cure. If you're going to support someone, and I surely hope you are, you might as well donate to my mom. She's a 9 year survivor, and the run is on the anniversary of her surgery. Come on. Do it. DO it.

I had a lovely birthday supper last night with the man, my sister, and her man, and the babe. The babe has hit the age where he's no fun in restaurants. He doesn't want to sit still for...any amount of time. He eats 2 bites and then wants to run around for an hour. I know this is fun for other restaurant-goers, so it looks like we're limited to McD's for a while, and are in the market for a babysitter in the neighbourhood. Just in case we want to go to not McDs for supper. We went to the Blue Door last night, and it was quite tasty. They brought me out a crème caramel (that è just took me like, 4 minutes to figure out) with a sparkler in it for dessert. I also got a caramel apple making kit, and some truffles from Laura Secord. Mmm. And a really nice watch. It's like a grown up lady's watch, very fancy. It's too big, needs a couple of links taken out, but I'm wearing it anyway, because I like it. So there.

I don't feel any older, and yesterday I felt a little less wise, because I accidentally brought the boy's lunch bag with me to work. Which is a good 30 minutes from where he goes to the sitter. It had his drinks and snacks in it. I felt like such an idiot. And the man was unimpressed, thinking it was just hiding in the house somewhere, and not wanting to be accused of being a bad looker for things (because he usually really is, terrible), he spent a long time looking for the bag and for things to go in it, but found only one 'litterless' (plastic) juicebox to send with the lad to the sitters. Anyway, he was fine, but still. I didn't do it again today! I even packed myself a lunch, of leftover Wok Chicken. Mmm.

Alright. I have to find some kids and observe them, and then do some testing. I'm kind of excited, actually.