Pants.

So mom and I found my birth certificate in my storage unit last night. We started hucking boxes and their contents everywhere and finally found it in one of the last boxes. HEH.

IT WAS IN THE LAAASSSSTT PLACE I LOOOOOKED!!!!

Also found all my studded belts and all the letters to my license plate cover. So I've gotta glue that thing back together (since I backed into Kyle's Saturn way back when and my plate holder was the only thing that got fucked up, HEH.) and spell out something super obnoxious. 'Cause "Emperor of Fabulous" wasn't obnoxious enough. Terry suggested I spell out "I'M DRUNK". HA!

Got off track. So today Grampa and I left for Canada at 6am and got to Surrey around 8:30-ish. Had impressions made, got fitted with temp wax dentures and got to pick our tooth color and whatnot. Mine are fairly white. Like, the second to the whitest shade. Heh. We had to make several trips out for food and coffee while the guy worked, but we were out of there by 3pm. We're going back on Friday morning and we'll be toof'd!!! AHMFUG.

The border people are assholes. End of story. I know it's their job to be in our business, but EFF. They could be a little nicer.

...eh. I guess I would hate my job if I was a borderfuck, too.

Well. I'ma go get Terry and cling to his head for the rest of the night.