Back from a long weekend. Attended a wedding up in Charlevoix and surprisingly, the thing that hurts the most is not my head, but my legs from cutting a rug on the dance floor. Anyway, I promised Chris that I’d keep his term paper at the top for a good part of this morning so I’m sneaking in an “I See 43” entry below it.
“Receipts…what about receipts? There’s gotta be receipts!”–name that movie