Oh, ya.

Since I've been here in Mackinac, I've heard more yooper accents than I would if I watched Fargo nine times. I think it's really - that lilt in the voice at the end, that turns any statement into a pseudo-question, and of course, that "oh, ya?" That gets me every time.

I've also discovered a slight addiction to buying postcards. I think I've spend close to 5 dollars on postcards. Which is a lot, considering that each of them are like 20 - 25 cents, and that's not even including postage.

I am super de dooper excited for my birthday, which is tomorrow. Hooray! I'm turning the big 2-1! I will finally be completely and utterly legal to purchase anything in any store! Hahahaha I am wicked awesome and no one can touch me. I am particularly looking forward to buying wine for cooking, rum for baking, and champagne to continue that alliterative Tom-and-Bernie brainchild, champagne and Chinese food. Mmmmmmm Chinese food, something that I haven't eaten in over a month. It's really sad how much I miss things like that.

Yesterday I ate so many Sour Patch Kids my tongue shriveled up. I don't recommend it. I also ate Mentos - the freshmaker! Tom says I am a marketer's dream because I can remember all the commercials. I think he is right, except I don't usually buy all the products, like Viagra and Goodyear and stuff like that. So am I a marketer's dream or just a teasing example of what they wish their actual demographic could be like?

Whatever. These musings are the end product of me having nothing to do in the office on a Thursday when Leslie, the other intern and my partner in crime, is over on St. Ignace and I can't reach any of my contacts for stories. And also my birthday is tomorow, so I am a little bit distracted. Perhaps this is a tiny bit understandable?