Category — Sticky Note Friday

Anyone who has chatted with me on MSN very quickly learns to read Renee-ese. I think well enough, my thoughts are generally coherent and phrased well (if a little archaically – I blame Jane Austen). When those thoughts are translated to MSN, they’re a mess. Typos galore, no sense of grammar and I have even spelt my own name wrong on several occasions.

My friend Amanda on the other hand is some sort of genius copywriter or grammar guru – her MSN messages are nearly 100% error free and entirely readable.

So, Amanda and I were chatting online one day when she noticed a typo – I had written “It was very entertainting.”

Her immediate response was that a typo that good needed a definition. I have provided one with an illustration:

Now that’s entertaintment!

(And thanks to Amanda and her eye for amusing, erroneous detail!)

Today’s post is all about Joe – I think he’s earned it.

I mention him from time to time: he’s the guy who brings me bananas, who never touches my bum crack in public, who is totally cool with me going away for a weekend by myself and for some reason has not smothered me in my sleep – and he could totally get away with it for these reasons (and many others too numerous to list here):

• I often stand around and read in the bathroom – even though I have absolutely no need to be in there and he’d like to use it.
• I leave water glasses all over the house.
• I leave books everywhere – even on his nightstand.
• I have woken him up yelling in my sleep (what can I say, hanging around on Angelina Jolie’s speedboat was exciting).
• I poke him awake when I am feeling hyper at 4:30 a.m.
• I tease him for being the slowest dish-washer ever.
• I bring home more books than we actually have space for.
• I can be as charming as a recalcitrant two year old when it comes to dinner some days.
• I’m a little too enthusiastic about throwing things out or donating them.
• I say evil things like, “But, sweetie – don’t you want me to be happy?” when justifying the purchase of yet another MEC bag (I only have three now – I’ve been good for a long time).
• I dedicate blog posts to him with  Backstreet Boys lyrics in the title (this all by itself would have the murder charges dropped).

Yet, he sticks around, does all the ironing, eats my cooking without complaint, brings me pretty rocks and video games, watches cartoons with me because he likes them too and is funny, cute, supportive, really smart, geeky, fun, and all round awesome.

So, just for the record Joe:

Thanks for being my best-friend.

Shaun and I went to see the Vancouver Art Gallery’s Vermeer, Rembrandt and the Golden Age of Dutch Art exhibition recently – we frowned thoughtfully at pictures of dead birds, cows, table settings and people in fancy clothing.

I was all excited to see an amazing exhibition and – this makes me a cretin, I know – I wasn’t all that impressed. I was expecting to see Girl with a Pearl Earring and some self portraits of Rembrandt, but those were not on offer. Worse, the upstairs portion of the gallery was all cordoned off, so for $20 I got to see a lot of grazing cows and fancy clothes.

Later, we headed to the Kingston Taphouse and had burgers and beers like the uncultured mouth-breathers we are and talk turned to my stick people cards. After two pints of Guinness I doodled the following:

Something tells me that Hallmark is not looking to sell cards in bars and pubs. If I’m wrong, please email me – there’s more smart-assery where this came from.