We're not in France anymore Toto!

I thought I'd share a funny story from this week. We think it's funny -- I guess it could be a "you had to be there" moment but we'll give a shot anyway.

At the Vet with Duncan (aka. Fozzy)
Front Desk: Could you take him over to the scale and weigh him?
Us: OK
Sign on Scale "Please do not change the settings"
Us: He weighs 34.8 kilograms?! (We look at each other and silently ask one another "Uh, how many kilograms in a pound??)
While waiting for the veterinarian we contemplated many witty comments for using kilograms instead of pounds. The following was our favorite.
Wow! 34.8 kilograms that's great, but our dog isn't French Canadian!


PS. For those of you still trying to convert 34.8 kilograms into pounds, the answer is 76.5 lbs. :)

No Superman

I've been fortunate to never have to deal with an allergy of any kind. However, this week I have found my kryptonite...Band-Aids. Seriously. No laughing please. It is a very serious allergy (not really -- more annoying than anything) with a red itchy rash and blisters in the exact shape of the Band-Aid. You think ripping off a Band-Aid hurt before...yowsers! I blame it on illegal immigrants.