I've spent the last couple of days with my family in Niagara helping my auntie Lise get her new store ready for the grand opening in the first week of March.
|Ain't it pretty?|
I'm really glad I was able to come home and help her, and not just because I, y'know, love her and all. I've had a really rough couple of weeks, and tearing down crappy walls and painting up shiny new ones is all soothing and symbolic and stuff.
While we were working today, my aunt told me about my childhood catchphrase. Whenever I asked someone for something, I would immediately follow it with "Say sure!" in my chirpiest, winning-est voice.
"Hey Auntie Lise, want to go to McDonald's? Say sure!"
"Hey mom, can we go to the zoo? Say sure!"
"Hey dad, it's OK if I keep this raccoon I found, right? Say sure!"
|My mom said "sure" to short-shorts!|
I love this, and I'm making it my new philosophy!
"Self," I'll say, "Wanna sign up for that tap class you've been eying? Say sure!"
Or "Hey self! Let's hit the road and go visit the world's biggest ball of yarn like you've always wanted to. Say sure!"
Or even "Yo! Self! That guy is totally cute and definitely checking you out. Aren't you gonna go chat him up? Say sure!"
There'll obviously be one or two things I'll have to say "surely not!" to (especially once my male friends get wind of this), but for the most part, I think this is going to be awesome! I'll keep you posted on the results.
Tomorrow Dad and I are going to visit some old Winger haunts -- like, seven-times-great-grandfather old -- and I'll be blogging about it. There's at least one suspicious death in our family history, so it should be good reading!