I call my sister randomly, yell “TOEPICK” at her and then hang up.

I should be embarrassed by how often I quote that scene (and “toe pick!”) as a grown-ass woman. But I’m not. My love for The Cutting Edge transcends embarrassment.

Canada has some awesome food. That being said, all I want is an f’ing Tim Hortons in Seattle. Is that too much to ask? I’m tired of Starbucks and uppity local coffee shops.