One of my Emilys asked me once what a money back guarantee was.  I explained about Simpsons-Sears' promise to its customers: "Satisfaction guaranteed or your money cheerfully refunded".  Now GT Boutique (Giant Tiger) has taken over that pledge.  Emily the Younger more or less took that on board, recalling the time we had to return an electric lawnmower to Canadian Tire because the battery wouldn't hold a charge. Soon after her mastery of the concept of a money back guarantee , Emily the Younger made a sign on the computer, which she slapped on to the back of her grandmother's kitchen door.  The sign read: "Welcome to Nanny's kitchen.  Ask for your money back!" I really don't think the sign had anything to do with Nanny's cooking, although the melted marshmallow topping on baked yams was a bit iffy or sketchy.  And she served bananas with sprinkles on them (hundreds and thousands).  And there was something with the corn flakes too. Cris...

Oblivious to the smell of new tire, a hedge of bouffant and white briar roses--no funeral carnations these--opened their mouths to the rain next the Canadian Tire on Bank and Heron today.  Their scent--rose by any other name--was enough to overpower smog and tire scent and coffee and donuts--perhaps even the pine air freshener of a man snoozing in his school bus, nearing time for the start of the second half of his split shift.  Still a few rose hips showing--promising so much more than Vitamin C.  I wasn't even in Alberta, but the wild rose was honourary floral emblem of the day.  All that was missing was a bee.