I snorted.

They were. Then their King got elected leader of the free world and that veil was dropped, burned and its ashes smeared all over that ‘everyone being equal’ part of the constitution that never really sat very well with them. Winning!

Thank-you kindly!

BYOBB and auto detailing is included, no matter what happens.

It’s gotta be better than the Greyhound.

We have Craigslist and Kijiji, and your suggestion is excellent, thank-you. I’d seriously consider it if I wasn’t so worried about my post-chemo, barfy self defiling the interior of the ride-sharer’s car. I do appreciate your help, though!

You need some new friends.

There is! There’s a Greyhound that would either go to Calgary or Edmonton (I live in a small town out on the prairie) and then a transfer to Jasper. Sadly, I’m pretty much confined to a wheelchair right now, if I want to go further than a block. Ten months of chemo pretty much destroyed me. Anyway, wheelchairs and…

I’m Canadian; I live two hours away from Banff and I do not understand this comment. At all. Eh.

I live in Alberta and am now seriously considering a road trip. But I can’t drive due to the morphine I take because I’m a cancer patient. Oh, what to do: What. To. Do...

I refuse to star anything else this weekend in protest of the sheer unfairness of a system that only lets me star this once.

I was doing the exact same thing as I was reading your post. Like, c’mon! I watch ‘Coronation Street’! How hard can this be?

Maybe we should get used to what breasts actually look like when they aren’t shaped into the latest bra fashion.

Wickstead is a favorite former favourite designer of Kate Middleton.

And not everyone wants to wear Spanx.

I think you make an excellent, reasonable point. I also think anyone who looked past her beautiful, happy, glowing self and her obviously adoring partner long enough to bitch about something as petty as a slightly loose dress and a few stray tendrils of hair is a giant poopy-head.

Give your friend my best and tell them I’m rooting for them.

In my heart, I probably knew that. But my poison-destroyed taste-buds still whisper, “Give ‘er a go...”

I’ll start looking for recipes. Thank-you!

CoolCool. Thanks, Kate!