I’ve just returned from my best friend’s wedding (a phrase that has been FOREVER RUINED by Julia Roberts) in Vancouver. We had a lovely time, no thanks to Air Canada, who:
1. Used an obscure clause to drop my air miles down to zero because they hadn’t been redeemed for three years (from a total of about 50 000)
2. Broke my suitcase on the way to Vancouver
3. Lost my suitcase on the way home.
At any rate, this explains the strip being a day late 
I hardly had time to do it yesterday while running around Vancouver having odd pictures taken of me doing things like walking through busy traffic (none of which cared that we were a wedding party, only that they wanted to get home) and smiling “with [my] eyes.”
Checked into my hotel around 1, and left it by 6:30. I was thinking about asking for an hourly rate, but I thought that might give the wrong idea in the long run.
Anyway, the bunnies are very mad at me for leaving, so they’re into everything and anything (Kirsty is currently perched on the sewing machine glowering at me while Skunkz sniffs suspiciously at my dance shoes). For that reason, I’ll have to keep this short: leave the brats alone for a few minutes, and God knows what’ll happen!
