Life is what you make it.

This is a great look at Plaid, flannel and Canada.... On April 2002, Gayle Macdonald of The Globe & Mail approached the Canadian Connection for opinions on why plaid has had such an enduring appeal to Canadians. Deborah Knight, one of their readers, and expatriate Canadian, was quoted extensively. Here are her comments reprinted in their original form: "Flannel is an integral part of our national heritage. It's -- literally -- the fabric that binds us together. From the tunderin' coast of Newfoundland to the groovy waves of B.C., it's THE Canadian fashion statement. Flannel screams, "It's cold. It's f-ing cold. And I'm not gonna die!" To hell with the Yves St. Laurent silk chiffon evening gown. Damn that Hugo Boss tuxedo. Canadians wear flannel to the opera. We wear flannel flannel to church. We even wear flannel on our wedding night! As a matter of fact, I buy flannel pajamas because my cat -- who was never weaned properly -- likes to suck ...

Just delighted to report the entire Young family dragged themselves out of bed this morning to go to the dentist. At this point we are all cavity free! I've got a theory on dentists...call me an "anti-dentite" but I have to question their methods. Actually I should be honest and say I am an anti-hygenite, because it really is the dental hygenist that gives me grief. I have figured out the way to deal with them. Lie! Yes, I admit it in public. I lied to the hygenist. I said I flossed all the time and brushed twice a day. But there is method to my malicious false pretense. Whenever I am honest and tell them that I sometimes don't floss for a number of days and have been known to only brush once or twice on the weekend, they get that look in their eyes. I then spend the remaining 30 minutes having my teeth hacked at with a lecture indicating that if I only took care of my teeth then I wouldn't be in so much pain. Remarkably when I tried this experiment the last time ...