"Last Stop..."

The weather here is decent, -10 feeling like -20. What the hell man! Ok maybe it's not that decent after all, it's because I leave right beside Lake Ontario. I was thinking of strolling down Queen Street or Kenzington Market today because all night yesterday I was obsessing about how great the weather is going to be on Tuesday. For everyone that knows me, and knows me well, the weather usually doesn't dictate how warm I will dress. "Bundle up" is what Dennis usually says, "Fashion before comfort" I always say.

So I came out of class (marketing was bland today...) and it was so sunny and the rays were warm, but the windchill ruined me. My face was unattractively red (there's the good red when it's chilly but not too chilly and gives you a natural blush) and I was just shivering. Alright, so maybe leather jackets can't beat the cold, good thing I wore a sweater underneath. On my way home on the bus I fell asleep and hit my head on the back board, that pretty much woke me up. It was one more stop until I would be home, then the bus driver looks at me and says "last stop..." I stare and say thank you but he says to get off. Fine I'll walk the extra block dammit.

I'm going to nap now, I just had to post up this picture of what I had yesterday and thanks to left overs, I had today again (along side curry salmon and rice) I'm completely obsessed and I have already found a recipe to make it, wish me luck!


Garlic Potatoes :)