Yeah, I meant you would be my second husband in a stable of several. I mean, I just can't lead a NORMAL life; that would be so tiresome.
Well, the fake marriage I had at the Fringe was supposed to be annulled by a little-known Canadian law, in which you can be divorced if you eat a Timbit (donut hole) after reciting an "anti-marriage" vow. Like, for instance, "I vow to tell all of my friends what I REALLY think of your show." Which sounded suspiciously lame to me, so I opted to remain hitched. I suppose the next time I'm eating Timbits and ranting about my fake-husband, though, I will be legally divorced from him...
Fake marriage is so confusing! Thank god I'm not REALLY married...
Oh deary me, my entire last entry was about fizzy jelly, YOU MUST NOT HAVE READ IT.
So, fizzy jelly is normal jelly, but made with fizzy pop instead of water. It is GOOD. Try it, for serious, you may propose to me after for introducing you to it, but it's just the fizzy jelly dazzling you.
really, too cute.