|That's a relief piece of art hanging on the side of the building giving the illusion of |
fabric and paint at the same time. Just wonderful.
Or should I say offence?
Toronto is a city in Canada. And that's all I got. I had lunch, dinner and breakfast there, plus some nachos when our return flight was cancelled and rescheduled three hours later. We were there for one purpose only, a free meal with open bar.
But it's the getting there that makes it interesting. For a more hilarious account of the new TSA fondling sequence and a more sobering take on the reasoning behind it, read the two links below.
First the funny:
Then, the not so funny:
Chip and I opted out of the body splatter or scatter, rather, just to see what it was like to go through the heightened pat down. I'm in health care and he's a researcher. We could easily take a pat down. Do your worst, TSA. And actually I had my mammogram last week so I thought maybe it would be wise to wait at least a few weeks to irradiate myself again. I simply asked to go through the metal detector and did so without anybody touching me. Clearly I don't look like a terrorist. But Chip and his wild eyebrows...when he requested to go through the metal detector, the guy yelled "MALE OPT OUT!" If you read the link above you will understand when I tell you that the TSA guy moved in like a doctor and did meet resistance on my husband. The picture below is confusing in that it appears Chip was enjoying the opt out.
|He really is a people person.|
Part 2, the wedding! I need another day to cull the herd of pictures. A cute flowergirl to start.
|flower girl and ringbearer|