With every fiber in my body, I hate the Caisse Populaire Desjardins.
If and when I return to canada, i can guarantee that I will do my best to never, ever, EVER have to deal with those bastards again.
The beaver is a proud and noble animal
Notes from a bemused canuck
With every fiber in my body, I hate the Caisse Populaire Desjardins.
If and when I return to canada, i can guarantee that I will do my best to never, ever, EVER have to deal with those bastards again.
I went to get measured for my suit for the wedding this weekend:
I wanted to take a few pictures to show my best man what he'd be wearing. I keep threatening people with kilts (and if I had a shred of scottish blood in me, even a teensy bit, I'd do it, but alas I'm french canadian as far as the eye can see…), but I settled for a classic cut morning suit.
I'm going to be wearing a red waistcoat with an ivory cravate and Michel is going to be wearing an ivory waistcoat with a burgundy cravate. We're both going to have white rose bouttonnieres. The shirt lapels are going to be a bit different from the ones in the picture (they didn't have one with the collar style I want in my size when I went to get fitted), but it's going to kick ass.
Cats might not be the brightest pets in the world, I'll admit. Mine, frankly, is dumb, even for a cat. But I love him. Even when he jumps on my face at 4am.
I'll be putting up more pictures and videos shortly.
BTW, in case you're wondering, he climbed up the laundry drying rack that we have in the kitchen to play with a cat toy he's rapidly destroying.