The Men Who Will Not Be My Husband

Daylight,for some reason, always seems to carry some peace with it.

In yet another grade nine moment, Heather sussed out neighborhood hottie and found out he is single and "definitely on the market". She told him she was asking on behalf of a cashier. He wanted to know which one. She wouldn't tell him. I am thrilled to hear that he's single, but still have no idea how to bridge the gap and end up having a beer with him somewhere. And what if he finds out the cashier is me and suddenly he's not so on the market anymore?

Oh my. Somewhere in the world people are going out on dates like normal people while I cut a swath through a field of crushes and sleep alone unless my cousin is in town.

Well, happy Canada Day, Canada. Yippee. I'll be heading deeper into suburbia in a couple of hours to have finger food with some smug marrieds. It's Ellen's first July 1st as a Canadian Citizen, and I am proud of her!

I think the rest of this holiday will be spent on the sofa with People magazine and the remote control. I am wiped. Long day tomorrow.

I sleep well here, but I miss my house.