Nuts & Mutton

With an election going on here in Canada too, the First Husband and I have had to declare the breakfast table a politics-free zone. I have promised I won’t read aloud from the newspaper quotes by Stevie Baby Harper, along with my snotty ripostes, and he has sworn he will no longer snigger aloud every time he sees a photo of Stephane ‘Can’t Hear de Music’ Dion. It’s not that TFH is an ardent Tory supporter, it’s just that he can’t resist baiting me when I make reasoned comments about shortfalls in the Tory manifesto. (His version is that he feels it incumbent on him to state possible alternatives when I begin a tirade about how much I loathe Harper and all he stands for.) As if.