I'm at work- off my rocks on Red Bull. Mourning John Hughes...
I watched Ferris Bueller (I know, I'm a hard worker) and I am now depressed because I want to be Ferris. He really is my hero. Its easy to be a Ferris when all your friends are Camerons (I mean that in the best possible way) but I'd really love to be a genuine Ferris. Super confident and lucky... "How can I possibly be expected to handle school on a day like this?" has pretty much been my motto since grade 6 (Oh Mr. Stone... you dupe.)
I had a Mr. Rooney too- the great depths she took to catch me. They did one time when I faked a note to spend an afternoon with only girl at our school with a mohawk.
Back to work!
Sincerly, the Sausage Queen of Ottawa... (oh the imagery)