O boy, my mom is in town! She brought Agent Yellow and me a King Cake in her carry-on, which was a wise move since her luggage arrived 24 hours later than she did. Yeller and I ripped into the cake late last night, and guess who got the baby? Now the Agent will have good luck for a year. She seemed excited about this, remarking that a year of exceptional luck would almost make up for the past six months.
This morning my mom and I left early for Montreal. It's about an hour and a half drive from Burlington. (A bit more if you bother to acknowledge the speed limit in kilometers per hour.) We made a pit stop at Ikea, where we realized too late that shoppers are supposed to travel through the store in a certain direction. (Suddenly the glares made much more sense. Also the arrows on the floor.) Anyway, the Ikea visit was important because I am gradually starting to replace all of Yeller's things that I've broken in the last six months.
Those things that weren't inherited, one-of-a-kind, or kind of pricey, I mean.
After shopping, Mom and I went to St. Catherine's Street and ate some brie. Then we shopped for three hours, bought not a single thing, and left the city when it started getting dark. It was a great day.