Somehow, The Hip had been a sort of background soundtrack even for me before I left to move in with the girl I’d marry.
I guess I could join in a little bit with the rest of Canada. The Hip aren’t mine to welcome home or bid farewell. We had spent the day visiting apple orchards and watching a cousin perform in a play at the community theater.
My husband has had a grand old time chasing the kitties around the house with Nelson .
There are lots of “moving parts,” and the cost of failure is high, especially in light of rising postage costs.
I’ve been getting them my whole life, and I know what happens when I don’t pay attention and put some ointment on it: my lip erupts into a painful, grotesque mockery of healthy skin.