I'm back! So sorry about the hiatus, but it's Summer, okay?

I have managed to download many, many pictures onto my computer, finally, which served as a reminder to a few stories I've accumulated over the last few weeks.



Mr. Wonderful and I had a bit of a date night the other night. We ended up at a local Chinese restaurant, quite reknown for having good, authentic food. The interior, however, left something to be desired. There was a leak in the ceiling, near several sources of electricity. It was a bit unsettling, but our server made sure to seat us well far away.

Looking past me, Mr. Wonderful noticed yet another health code violation. We all see what is wrong with this picture, right?




Noticing this poster on the wall......


I decided to obey the sign, and 'try some' Mongolia Beef. When I ordered, the server's face fell into a panic, and tried to, in broken English, convince me to change my order to something yet exotic. This beef dish was not on the menu and I learned (after Mr. Wonderful helped me decipher what she actually said), that they had only served the dish once before, and it nearly melted off someone's face.

Feeling dangerous, I went ahead and stuck with my order. As my order was taking longer than MWs to come out, I had visions of the cook in the back, sweating and putting the most fiendish ingredients into the dish. I was worried.

When it finally came out, the dish was actually a very delishious beef dish with peppers, onions, mushrooms, and bamboo. It did have a bit of a kick, but certainly nothing I'd put in the sphere of "Too hot". When she asked me how I liked it, she looked surprised and said that I was the first Canadian she knew of that liked the dish. Ha.



As for Bahston, there are lots of stories, but those of you who read this blog regularly have probably heard most of them. And, frankly, none of them are that interesting. But, as a special treat, here is a picture of an Atlantic crab that was at the Aquarium.



















In newest news, one of these fine felines made a particularly stinky deposit in Mr. Wonderful's bed last evening. We aren't sure who to pin the crime on, but I suspect that it was Sweetie, the cat on the right. Sweetie seems to be much more particular on the cleanliness of the litter box, and she tends to stink more than Sexy. Then again, Sexy would be rebelling against the stink deposits in her litter box by giving us physical evidence of her displeasure. It does underline the point, however, that I need to be much more strict at cleaning out the box in time. With one cat, I could leave it for 2 days, but that is no longer a luxury I, nor Mr. Wonderful's bed, can afford.