Dear Diary

May 09. Mother’s day. A day when mom’s can sleep in, have breakfast made for them and just generally relax--

unless your the Progressive Conservative Party, then it’s the perfect day to canvass for surveys and, well, I don’t know what else because at this point I told the guy what I thought of him calling on Mother’s Day and hung up. A mistake, I guess, since I’m not sure who to be angry at the Federals or the Provincials. I guess I can hate them equally.

 

As you might have guessed, no news yet on the you-know-what.

 

Mike