Ask June knows she is a day late and a dollar short with Ask June. She and Marvin were out hobnobbing with her coworkers all night, a night which culminated in Ask June getting ANOTHER TICKET. This would be Ask June's THIRD ticket in a year.
This one isn't Ask June's fault. It is Marvin's. And I know I sound like my Uncle Jim right now, who blames my Aunt Sue for everything ("I blame Sue"), but really, since we moved in together in 1997, he has taken care of all things car related, and I never give a thought to things like my tags on my license plate anymore. He is really efficient about that stuff too. Except THIS TIME, the time I get PULLED OVER for my tags being EXPIRED!
Don't these North Carolina policemen have anything better to do than pick on me? Ask June is just grateful that the strongest thing she drank all night was pink lemonade and not the concoction of 47 shots of tequila that some coworker suggested.
Let's pull over to Ask June and leave our thought of skyrocketing insurance premiums behind us, shall we?
On Ask June days, ask June not only likes to refer to herself in the third person, she also likes to put up some photo of something, lest anyone find Ask June boring. Then at least they can look at a picture. Today Ask June would have had nothing from current life to show you except her traffic ticket, so she decided to go into her photo closet, pull out any photo box and randomly draw any photo. Here is what she picked.
Ask June is sad that she set her camera to the time and "9," so that we do not know what year this charming perm entered Ask June's life. She assumes it was 1986-ish. Ask June is also jamming out to Ask June's outfit. She knows she in in her father's convertible, which was always great fun. Remind Ask June to tell you the ketchup packet story some day.
Let's catch up on our questions now. Elsie asks, "How does Marvin like his new job/school/students?"
I (because suddenly I am in the first person again) called Marvin in just now and asked him. He just scoffed and said, "Do you really want me to answer that?" I just told him I am typing everything he says. He is staring into the toaster. "You know that I always enjoy my students on an individual basis. But they are hard to deal with in groups sometimes. And I do like my school. And I enjoy teaching science because I get to do a lot of activities." (Marvin is now starting at Winston with his arms crossed.) "That's it."
Thank you, Marvin, for that enlightening response. Wish someone had asked how you liked renewing my license plate tabs. "I wish North Carolina had liked sending us a bill," Marvin just said when he read this. Whatever he's making in the toaster smells good.
Bev says, "Here's one totally unrelated to the others: What is the perception of Canada and/or Canadians where you live?" Bev went on to hope it doesn't involve sled dogs, igloos, or Queen Elizabeth.
Well, Bev, I grew up in Michigan, so traipsing over to Canada was pretty common. My parents and I went to Montreal, Quebec, and Toronto on vacations and the people were really sophisticated, I remember that. My people are French Canadian, so I am one of you. Supposedly, my French Canadian great great grandfather was the first person to cross Niagara Falls on a tightrope. I have no idea if that is true or not.
Do you know what I think of when I think of Canadians? Michael Moore's movie Bowling for Columbine. Did anyone else see that? He went to Canada and randomly walked up to people's front doors, to show how no one locks their doors there. And it was true. He would lean in and shout, "Don't shoot me! Just checking if your front door was locked!" I haven't not locked my front door in my entire life. That movie made me want to move to Canada. So I guess my impression of Canadians is that they are peaceful and hearty. Cause come on, it's cold there.
What do you guys think of Canadians?
Oh, and since it's also Saturday, I will also award the coveted Comment of the Week, and I think it's no surprise to anyone that the award this week goes to my mother for her lovely "housecleaning" tip. Now you all know why I am so ladylike.