Sean picked me up some lovely flowers for Valentines Day, and I thought I was reciprocating by getting him something practical. I recalled a time in Canadian Tire where he mentioned he could use this particular thing, so I proudly walked into Canadian Tire and said to the first fellow I saw" I need a wench, the biggest wench you can find"
yes I said that aloud... The man looked at me and said..." excuse me?" I repeated myself, correcting my poor grammer: "I need the heaviest wench you carry. It's for my boyfriend for Valentines day." He chuckled to himself and pointed me in the right direction. Luckily he did not send me to ask someone else because after I saw the box I realized my pronunciation error.
This was a picture that circulated to Sean's friends this winter, it was titled cookie monster. Clearly I don't take well to a food refusal.. Eat the cookie!!
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