Thanksgiving 2016 at OH MY COD!

It's not Thanksgiving in Canada. That was last month. So we drove to Mahone Bay and had fish and chips at OH MY COD, which is one of my favorite puns ever. It could just as well have been House of Cod. Or Cod Willing. Or I am a Child of Cod.

I could go on and on. Cod be with you till we meet again. Cod, it's me, Margaret.  Is Cod dead?

Anyway, after dinner, we stopped at the grocery store where the supervisor was, of all people, Judy Dorey. Judy was the supervisor at Scotia Bank where we opened an account.

I looked at grocery store Judy and said, "You're the bank Judy."

"No, she isn't," Tom said.

"Yes, she is," I said. "You're bank Judy."

"Yes, I'm bank Judy," she said.

"Are we going to find you at any other institutions in a supervisory position?" I asked.

"No, just the two," she said.

When you have a talent, like supervising, you should go with it.

In front of OH MY COD. Every pic has me wearing the same red shoes. It's like Where's Waldo?