When I was in Ottawa, Sarah and Dave gave me this envelope, which is not to be opened until my birthday1:
After shaking it, squeezing it, poking it and holding it up to a light, I have determined that it is not a kitten, a puppy or a Smart Car. Beyond that, I’m not sure what it could be.
In other news, having three jobs, while playing hockey once a week and having a one-night-a-week ski pass2, makes a person very tired. You heard it here first, folks.
1I tried to open it when they gave it to me, but Sarah was having none of that. 2I haven’t even used my ski pass yet, but I’m going to tomorrow, which means that I’ve been scrambling to get my lecture ready in one less day than I would otherwise.