a few months ago we went to robie food for monday night supper.
while waiting for the soup to arrive and through it's arrival (notice soup stain bottom left) laura drew all present.

laura told us a story about a magician in montreal who saw her higher power.


paul was being rather snoty and got served.



stacey was telling us how forture cookies were made. while the dough is still hot some sad worker bends it into shape and hangs it on a line. in a hilariously un-p.c. voice she said "my grandfather worked in a fortune cookie factory fow foowwwty yeaaaws" and it killed laura.


next week: the applebarrel, hello old friend.