The circumference of a large Tim Horton’s coffee is approximately twelve inches. The opening on the lid for sipping is approximately 3/4 of an inch. Then why, WHY, does the seam of the cardboard cup so often end up lined up perfectly in the center of the opening in the lid?

I bought two coffees today and guess what? The opening in the lids were lined up perfectly with the seam in the cup! Arrgh!!!

UPDATE: I’ve been told that the reason they do this is to line up the weakest part of the lid with the strongest part of the cup. That makes it least likely to collapse and potentially burn someone. Hmmmm.

So. I’m standing up at the office chatting away with someone and I absentmindedly put my hand into my back pocket. There’s a piece of paper in there. I pull it out and glance at it while we are talking. It is a receipt from Sobey’s supermarket in Highfield Square, downtown Moncton, from four years ago! November 23rd, 2005 to be exact.

I must have gone there for my lunch. It was 1:25 pm and I bought 3 diet Pepsi and a chicken salad with ranch dressing. $9.96. I gave the cashier, S. Lane, 10 bucks and got 4 cents change. My healthy lifestyle (ahem) must be working because I still fit into a pair of jeans I haven’t worn in almost four years.

The supermarket is gone now, but its memory lives on in my denim clad, back pocket time capsule.

By they way, I was blogging back then. Here’s a post I put up three days before that chicken salad was doomed to dissolve in my digestive tract. The post is kind of cryptic, but anyone who knows anything about my working conditions back then is fully aware of the source of my near psychopathic meltdown.

Pay attention everybody! I present to you the greatest thing since sliced bread. No, this is better than sliced bread. It’s pancakes in a can!! Just dispense it onto the grill like shooting whip cream from a can. Check it out…

That’s really the point of this blogging thing, isn’t it? If I wasn’t writing something here now and then, ye wouldn’t be all that anxious to be coming back. And if you lot weren’t out there to read my drivel, I wouldn’t be all that motivated to write this stuff for youse.

You. It’s a simple word that becomes a little awkward for some of us when we want to use it in the plural. Y’all, ye, you lot, yous, you guys, yis… the list goes on. Most Newfoundlanders use the word “ye” to indicate the plural “you”, and I’ve noticed that Cape Bretoners often use “yez”, kind of a variation of “youse”.

What do y’all say for “y’all”?