petite merde

petite merde no. 5

petite merde // movita beaucoup

We celebrated Canada Day yesterday. It’s like July 4th for you Americans but with ketchup chips. Years ago I lived in an apartment in the north end of Halifax and could watch the city’s Canada Day fireworks from my balcony. It was also a good vantage point for enjoying dudes being dudes. On this particular holiday it started with my neighbour, moved to whistle…

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petite merde no. 4: identity crisis

petite merde // movita beaucoup

A former student – now colleague and pal – has been a constant source of hilarity and forehead slapping for many years. I like to take credit for her good looks and brilliant sense of humour. I take absolutely no credit for her abilities as an eye witness and/or trust in humanity. A Facebook Messenger…

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petite merde no. 3

petite merde // movita beaucoup

The other night, 2.0 told me that my underwear was on backwards. movita: No. No, it’s not. 2.0: Are you sure? It looks lik- movita: No. 2.0: But it looks like they are on backwar- movita: I know how to put on my underwear, honey. 2.0: The big side is supposed to go on the back…

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petite merde no. 2

petite merde // movita beaucoup

At the doctor’s office today: Dr. P: (holding her liquid nitrogen blaster) Have you had this procedure done before? movita: Nope. Dr. P: Okay, well… don’t scream. movita: Wait… what? (after the procedure) movita: Any special care instructions? Dr. P: Don’t buy a bathing suit. movita: Obviously. Wait… what? Dr. P: No swimming for a…

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petite merde no. 1

petite merde // movita beaucoup

Last night on Facebook, I posted the following status update: Dear Hadley, I forced our mother to eat french fries at lunch today. (She wanted bean salad. She wanted to pair her lobster club sandwich with BEAN SALAD.) Sincerely yours, Rachael My sister responded with: Remember when divorce started to become a common thing in…

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