It's starting to feel like Canada again, now that the temperature has gone down to the high 20s (Celsius degree).
I seem to handle hot weather worse than Canadians, who are used to cold weather.
If Canadians did live in igloos, they'd all be homeless by now.
We went to Toronto on Saturday, only to realise that we'd missed watching the Toronto's World Naked Bike Ride event.
We made it to SMooSH and Loba's fun housewarming BBQ party without getting lost (much).
We brought our own beef steaks to be BBQ-ed.
We marinated the steaks in a mix of Pepsi, orange juice, black pepper, salt, BBQ sauce, garlic powder, and Maggi seasoning without having the slightest idea what it would taste like.
The steak turned up to be the best-tasting steak I ever had.
Housewarming parties make me want to move to a new place. I wouldn't mind moving to Stratford, where Troy works.
The Skydome looks ugly with the red Rogers Centre signs on it.
The CN Tower doesn't look very glamorous at night.
Little kids like Troy, and so do dogs of all breed.
In Tegan and Sara's song "I Know I Know I Know", there's a line that says "I know I know I know what else are we here for" but I keep hearing it as "I know I know I know solitary hippo".