I am such a cheat ... I totally cut my hair before the poll was even done. But as you can see, the cut-it-all-off people were winning by a landslide anyway. I donated my locks to an organization called Angel Hair for Kids. Hopefully someone else can enjoy it, cause I am sure glad they are gone!

Okay, so pretty much throughout my entire life I have always been in the process of growing my hair out. Trouble is that I always cut it before any point at which you might be able to consider it "long."

Let me introduce you to a new feature on Milomac. I call it Rumours of a Small Town, or ROAST. Every once in a while something happens during the course of my otherwise normal day that reminds me that I no longer live in Montreal. Or in Anchorage for that matter. Or in any place that can not fit its entire population into Molson Stadium, with room to spare.

Something like this:

Today, as I was driving home from the gym, I saw a guy out walking his horse.

So I called the "Welcome Wagon," a truly Canadian institution, back in September when we first moved to Squamish, because the ad in the paper said "New to town? Call us, and we will bring you free stuff." Which to me sounds like a phone-order Christmas. I like free stuff more than chocolate. I like free stuff even more if it is chocolate.

This is my cat-shaped cat tent. It finally, after a week of coaxing and courtesy of some strong cat nip, contains a cat. The other cat has been hissing and marking his territory.

I bet you totally didn't guess that I got it at IKEA. If you think the cat-shaped cat tent is totally avant-garde, then thanks, I picked it out. If you think it's more moronic than those stairs to help your invalid dog climb up onto your bed, then don't look at me, it was a gift from my mother-in-law.