Note To Self:
If a girl you know wants to tell you about how her horse suddenly keeled over and died, it is apparently a faux pas to be eating slices of salami while she's talking about it.
But c'mon, at least it wasn't her Horsey. And I quite vehemently suppressed the urge to ask her what they were going to do with the carcass, which for me is quite a feat.
Speaking of dead horses, did you know that it's illegal to drag a dead horse down Yonge St. on a Sunday in Toronto?
