Last night Gord and I were discussing how long we could be dead in our apartment before someone noticed. The landlady already has the check for Decembers rent, so she wouldn't notice anything for a while. We say hi to our neighbors when we see them, but we don't really know them. We certainly aren't having bridge nights with anyone. My parents usually call every 2 weeks or so, same with Gord's mom. But if we didn't answer, they would probably give us a couple days to call back...so our best guess is 3 - 4 weeks.
Good thing we both want to be cremated, because the cats would have eaten our faces.
In other, less morbid news...
I registered for 2 classes today and I'm waiting to see if I can get into a French class.
The US election has given me an ulcer. Thank god it's all over tomorrow.
I'm in the process of rescanning every single negative. Again. Because I'm an idiot.
If Gord and I have kids, we may move to France just so they can get an education without declaring bankruptcy.