With the direction my chin has chosen, Pumpkins, I'm thinking
of adding a niqab to my wardrobe. A hint of the mysterious is an asset - dance
of the 7 veils and all that - especially when one's assets are no longer
delivering marital gains.
I really don't know what all the fuss is about. Barbara Eden
wore a veil in I Dream Of Genie and nobody thought she was hiding a bomb under
there.
And let's face it, dahrlings, if we're going to help Air
Canada fill those Dreamliners from all corners of the globe, we have to adopt a
more international attitude, n’est-ce pas?
Calin's Herculean dream of becoming a global super power
gives me goosebumps (although it could be cellulite.) Point is, Pumpkins, I'm all over his big plane plan. The only stick in the camel dung is the name. What I mean is, the ‘shiny new
airline’ excitement for the crowds in destination comes to a flaccid droop when
they hear ‘Air Canada’ -- all they hear is “Air Wimpy Country”. (We can
thank Stephen Harper for giving us all a leg up with that branding.)
They
can be forgiven, dahrlings, for they know not that Air Canada is an award
winning airline with stupendous service and they should be thanking their lucky
stars we’re a comin’! May I suggest a change to Air Rovinescu. Very exotic. And manly, too.
