* I'm a firm believer in "if it isn't broken, don't fix it." Spouse, however, thinks everything needs fixing.
* Once, spouse noticed the empty space in the top of a lavalamp. He opened it up and topped if off with water. It exploded, naturally.
* Spouse and I bet $1 that gay guys can't donate blood. (I said they can't, because we are forbidden to donate in the US.) Turns out I was wrong. Canada has no problem accepting homo blood. UPDATE: It turns out spouse was wrong. Ha! Thanks to this here internet thingy, a lovely commenter set us straight. If you are male and have had sex with another male since 1977, you are not permitted to donate. This, even though every single sample is screened for HIV anyway.
*Pork and beans are served at breakfast in Quebec.
* One of my fondest childhood memories is that of designing, building and then flying kites with my dad. All you need is balsa wood, garbage bags and glue.
* I adored playing rhummy with mom too, even though she never let me win.
* It's hard to believe I'm sure, but I never talk about poop in English class.
* 20 years ago, I lived for the day. Now, I am very protective of tomorrow. Moderation today ensures a smooth tomorrow. Sigh. I'm so old.
* I read that if you quit smoking before the age of 45, within three years life expectancy returns to nearly that of a lifelong non smoker. I'm 42. There's still hope.
* When our friend Bob came to visit, he looked at me, aghast, and said, "You always have the same shoes." He was trying (unsuccessfully) to hide his revulsion. True, I admitted. I've bought the same sneakers four years in a row now. Apparently, this would be unthinkable for him.