controlled burn

time for some reconstitution.

Here I am. In Victoria (Saanich actually, at the mo'). It's early on the west coast. I'm sharing a room with my sister, Karin in the hojo we usually stay at when we come here. It's the first place we ever got drunk together, so it's kind of a special hojo - very emotionally charged. we hadn't seen each other in a long time and finally had an opportunity to just hang out away from everything.

Currently she's making coffee in the little machine, which is exploding:

"They didn't specify you had to put the lid on. now I got a hot mess. literally... not like britney spears," she says. And later... "Um... it's still doing something bad."

Karin's all about the controlled burn. "burn" as in scathing insult. she knows exactly when and how much to scorch you or I or a celebrity to still be funny without hurting your feelings. I'd like to take full credit for her possession of this surgical skill with verbal jabs because of my overly sensitive nature coupled with appreciation for a good burn.

We're off to breakfast soon with almost the entire Asp clan. Wish you were here (really though, because I'm going to overload on family after about 20 minutes' exposure).

Ohbijou, see me through this troubled breakfast....