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Every time someone in my family mentions Shoppers Drug Mart (a Canadian drug store chain), it sounds like a funny name to me. It seems like it has one too many words in it, and you could rearrange the words in any order and basically have the same store. I think that there should be competing stores called “Druggies Mart Shop” and “Martyrs Shop Drug.”
I think it’s a brother’s duty to make fun of his brother once in a while. I found this picture of my brother at my mother’s house, and I think it’s funny-looking. Meanwhile my mother was pestering me about updating my blog, so I decided to take care of both responsibilities at once.
I have no idea why my grandfather has this hanging on the wall in his kitchen. We’re not even remotely Irish. I’m assuming it was a gift, but it still seems very odd. Anyway, this is the one day of the year when its presence makes sense. Happy St. Patrick’s Day!
My uncle wrote a reflective essay today about his 51st birthday (today). It seems he’s wearing the same black sweater today that he was wearing on his eighteenth birthday, immortalized in a photo from Yosemite. Apparently that black sweater had an even longer history: it had been passed down to him from my father, who also had it as a teenager. My mother commented that “they don’t make sweaters like they used to.” I disagree whole-heartedly. I think they do make sweaters like they used to; they just don’t make consumers like they used to.
Ilse wishes you a "hoppy" Easter! This photo is from her Cadbury audition, naturally.
My mother found a bouquet that looked like Ilse, so she gave it to my grandfather while he was in the hospital last month: