Wanna see the dark side of my moon?

OK I was out with the fam damily over the weekend. My kids do gymnastics and what have you, and we needed to pick up a few things here and there so we zip into a department store and I find these little gems.

See stuff like this just makes me laugh. I mean what woman can't help but swoon at the sight of these bad boys. Not only do they look ridiculous but check out where the trouser snake's doorway is? Well when I looked at the people that were wandering about in that store it did not surprise me one bit that something like those boxers were alive and kicking in there. When we drove in to our parking spot it was being invaded by a woman and what can only be described as Andrew Dice Clay's retarded brother. I mean it was winter and this tool was wearing a thin leather jacket and a wife beater with some goofy assed shades. Just utterly ponderous as to what would make someone dress like that and think, "yeah this is good, yeah I look good." Then on the way out I caught another fellow who looked like a reject from "That 70's Show" This poor fellow was cruising about in his high top basketball shoes, a mullet that would make Bruce Dickenson proud amongst other fashion faux pas.
So anyway on to my Sunday... Sunday was a lazy day for us as a family. The wife cooked a great breakfast and we all kind of just did our own thing. The boys played I surfed the internet and wife watched TV. Noon rolled around and a sumptuous feast of newfie tube steak was had (I opted for normal buns and the rest had crescent rolls wrapped around the little nitrate sticks. After that I opted to pretend to read while I took a nap on the couch. Then once the youngest had awoke from his nap (the oldest and youngest nap in our house) we took off to the sled hills of Brampton to have some winter fun. We trodded out to the sled hills to meet some friends and began the repetitious act of sliding down the hills and walking up them again. Funny thing though... it's amazing how high a 2.5 year old can shoot up in the air when you hid a bump at the bottom of the hill. My littlest guy must have been ejected from the sleds at least three or four times. The tough little bugger still would head down the hill time after time. although he did want to avoid going down for a little bit after one particularly spectacular crash. I forgot my camera, I am kicking myself for it as some of these spills would have been great to capture in either video or in a still... next time. I am sure there will be a next time as the snow looks like it could be staying until next weekend.