It's after 10pm and I'm sitting in the office with Brian. We're watching Popstar on the computer while he cleans his riffle and I blog away. We're pretty quiet tonight since we're both just coming down from our very busy weekends. We each had out own thing going on and we've come together tonight in this room to unwind a bit.
It's times like these I wish I could get away with chopping all of my hair off but we all know that'll never happen. We have these bird houses in the back yard that I'm afraid to move because maybe there are birds or mice living in there. It's rude to move someone's tiny house without notice.
Caleb and I hit up a lot of parks this weekend. Being outside requires a lot of energy. And dealing with a lot of sweat in my eyes. This kid can play, he doesn't give any damns about the heat wave. He's in the precious phase of running away from me when I try to tell him it's time to leave. It's great when we're near the lake. Nothing like going from sitting on the bench to a dead ass run to make sure you're kid doesn't go for a swim.
Emily and I drove out to Gananoque but not without getting completely lost and driving almost 45 minutes past where we needed to be. I might be the worst navigator and driver on this side of the 401. My poor car took a beating on the gravel road. I'll probably drive that silver little devil into the ground just in time for the last payment to go through.
Look at this thing? Only at the Cottage does this exist and nobody asks why.
Visiting that cute little cottage reminded me of the times when my
parents would stuff the whole family with the cats and dog into the van
and make the trip out to Portage du Fort, QC. I used to hate driving
there but once we got there it was lovely. Sure, there were lots of
giant wolf spiders and other terrible mutant bugs, the river was clear
and cold and we had so much fun fishing and playing cards. I don't think
I ever slept better in my days then when we were at the cottage.
