That Explains A Lot

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After 'mooses-tushes-exitus', I realized that despite having consumed enough at breakfast to kill me, I was once again famished. Evidently Canada burns the calories. I blame it on the latitude and elevation. Both of those numbers are larger than they are at home, as you know, so it would make sense that the caloric intake required for existence up here would be greater than what is required in the lower 48.

Or, and this is a distinct possibility, Canadian food simply has less calories. Much like broken cookies, which any connoisseur of the sweet biscuit will tell you, has a fraction of the calories of a whole cookie.

This is straight from the expert on all things sweet, your mom. Evidently most of the calories escape from the cookie when it's broken. Like a geyser erupting in a shower from the built up pressure of super-heated water, the calories are ejected from the cookie break into the ether where they roam freely until they attach themselves to unsuspecting middle-aged men all across our fine land as they relax on couches watching sports.

The point being I was hungry. Thank goodness for my glorious meat-feast box lunch. I tore into that thing like a crazed shop-a-holic with a new, no limit credit-card on Black Friday. To my surprise, and a bit to my dismay because I'd been sure I would get at least half, your mom devoured her lunch as well. Whereupon, after a bit of light reading, we promptly fell asleep again.

Apparently, (and who knew?), our little adventure of the day before had left us exhausted. Or, and this is a distinct possibility, they were putting something in the food to subdue people from THE STATES.


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