Now that was one hotsie totsie Canada Day.
We got up early and went to the Ottawa Farmer's Market, bought some beets and some dog biscuits. We then took Shyla's cat to his forever home at her mother's place.
Then we high tailed it over to Loblaws and the Liquor Barn for burgers and bevvies for tomorrow's mammoth edition of Rosalita My Senorita's 56th birthday bash.
We caught sound of the Snowbirds leaving Parliament Hill.
Then we came home and made dog food for the pancreatic pug.
Later on, we're going to make a chicken and some grilled vegetables and couscous.
May throw caution to the wind and drink a crisp White Zinfandel.
Go to bed early.
I love Canada Day.
It's best served ignored.