The Power Wives of Toronto (and their meek, diaper changing metro-man slaves)

As is often the case, Wendy and I were way ahead of the curve on this one! It's a shame that we didn't make it on the cover of Toronto Life twenty years ago. Admittedly, at the time, we dressed more like a Harrowsmith family than corporate muppets. I still dress like a skater/granola/dirtball. Thankfully Wendy never once dressed like a Bay Street bitch (or a female Kevin O'Leary).

Give me plaid, or give me death.

We are New Brunswickers at heart, and always will be.