these are not my walls

Fly-by post from Ottawa!

But, um, please don't break into our house while we're gone...

The car rental place screwed up our booking (they tried to get us to take a Jeep Compass instead of the compact car we reserved...yeah, I'm not interested in paying for the gas for that, thanks!), so this is what we ended up with:



A Prius! Toronto to Sudbury to Ottawa on less than $30 of gass (plus, you know, the full tank it came with, but who's counting...) Woohoo!

Actually, on highways, I'm not sure it's any more economical than our Echo. It is, however, a damn sight more economical than the Jeep Compass "mid-size" behemoth:

So, in case it wasn't clear from the strangely increased traffic/commenting on my last post, let me clarify: there were many, many people from this world wide web-thingy who would have loved to be at Jazz's wedding a couple of weeks ago. They are the reason for the many pictures and detailed summary; I wanted, as much as possible, to give them a sense of what it was like to be there. So if I do something with you and don't post about it to the same detail (I'm looking at you, Jessica, who I will see today and about whose visit I will probably not write a novel), it's not because I love you less. It's just that the demand will be lower.

Case in point: my mom came to visit this weekend. We had a fantastic visit - lots of coffee and walkin' and talkin', like all the best visits with my mom - and yet nary a photo to be seen. And, uh, no offence Jazz, but I love my mom more than you. :P