Oh, man. Parties. Street parties. Fireworks. Festivals. Booze. Umm . . . other things besides booze. It used to be a religious holiday (to celebrate John the Baptist who happens to be the patron Saint to French Canadians in. . . well . . . French Canada (yeah, that would be where I live). Hey, have I ever told you that more than HALF of Canadians are Catholic? That's a big percentage and it's higher in Quebec.
This is one serious holiday. It is a law that eveyone gets the day off. Yep, MainMan is home.
Everything is closed. Even the little local marts (think 7-11).
But, there is something very serious I have to report. Our coffee marker died this morning. Totally gone. It's history. NO COFFEEEEEEE??!?!?! No place to get coffee? No store to get a coffee maker?? OMG, help me.

MainMan made coffee on the stove . . . sort of. It was coffee and it was great (hey, better than NO COFFEEEEEE).
Tomorrow, I have to find a coffee maker. And one that MainMan won't complain about every damn time he uses it. Yeah, he hated our old machine. I happen to think he killed it with his thoughts. You know, coffee makers are used to being worshiped. This one never had a chance. Poor thing.
* Kay knew more about this holiday than I did . . . she be smart.
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