As soon as I saw them, I knew they were a desperate cry for help. Andrew had gone on a shoe shopping expedition (a freaking miracle in itself) and returned with a pair of gummy-soled platform orthopedics that basically screamed, “I’ve fallen and I CAN’T GET IT UP!” Read more
When it comes to establishing routines, Andrew has always been a sensory learner, as in, see the bills, pay the bills, listen to the silence (from non-creditor phone calls). It’s not a complicated system, yet every year around his birthday, Andrew is stunned by the exorbitant cost of renewing his driver’s license. Read more
When James Taylor sang, “Hey babe, I’m your handyman”, I’ll bet he wasn’t standing in his Crocs holding a roll of duct tape and a staple gun. Granted he was singing about feelings, not faucets, but I’ll take a man who can fix my broken heart over one who can re-caulk my plumbing any day (don’t go there). Read more
See the grey-haired, gooey-eyed teenager on the right? That’s my husband Andrew blushing like a school girl in the presence of Toronto Argonaut Quarterback and Grey Cup Champion, Ricky Ray.