I mean it. I really enjoyed it, and I didn’t even drink one beer.
I’m not commenting on the glaucoma cookie.
Let me tell you how it started. It started with me picking up another little freelance job on Friday afternoon. It isn’t much, but hey, it’s all experience, right? T then had a friend over, and O went to her friends for the night.
I don’t know how many of you have little girls, but I’m telling you that they are mental over listening to a song several times in a row. I can honestly say that I heard this more than thirty times on Friday night.
I’m dead serious. Thirty is a lowball guess, because I figure that it’s better to underestimate these types of things. It could very well have been fifty or more for all I know. When something plays on a constant loop, it’s quite easy to lose track of time and space.
Saturday morning came around, and I got all of the kids switched back to their rightful owners, met up with Mom and Cocoa Bean (my aunt’s dog), and we all went down to Float Your Fanny Down The Ganny in Port Hope. The kids love to go to it for some reason. They never watch the races or anything, so the only thing I can think of is the junk food. Root Beer, hot chocolate, and street meat. We didn’t even stay for the Crazy Crafts.
For any of you that are too lazy to click that easy to use link that I provided, FYFDTG is a river race to commemorate the great flood of 1980. They hold it annually every spring, and there are races for canoes and kayaks, and also for the Crazy Crafts. Most people go down to the race for them. Because they’re crazy, and they sometimes fall apart in the rapids. Come on, who doesn’t want to see people bust apart in icy cold water from the spring runoff? I know it’s the highlight of my day.
Anyways, we left as the nutbars were showing up, so I didn’t get any pics of the race myself. Luckily, I have access to the internet and Facebook, so I was able to pilfer these off of my friend Derek Master’s page. I left him a note, so that should cover me legally, right? I also just credited him with all of the photos of the race on this post, so I think I’m good when it comes to the moral and ethical side to stealing photos from the world wide web. Okay, on with the Crazy Crafts.
I’m actually thinking of putting a Change The Topic craft in next year. Is anybody with me? Does anybody that’s reading this have a good design for something that will float for a few kilometres down a river? I think it would be a fun trip, and there’s delicious pulled pork at the end. Well, if you’re interested in getting your ass frozen and wet next spring, you know how to get a hold of me.
After the race, I took the girls to their Dad’s, and sped home to spend the next four hours in the cocoon with Mrs. Birdman. We did the usual cocoon things, ate popcorn, and we watched 50/50. That was a good flick. I felt like crying when he was telling his father that he loved him. I didn’t though, because I’m a man, and men don’t cry.
After the lovely cocooning, we went down to the Golden Rooster in Colborne for some lovely bowls of soup. I had the won-ton, and my sweet baby had the coconut chicken soup ( I think it was tom kai kao, or something like that). We just love that restaurant. Harry and his wife run it, all by themselves and he’s 74 years old. He is one of the classiest old dudes that you’ll ever meet, and he will do whatever it takes to make you happy. His wife is younger, Thai, and does all the cooking. Harry is German, and covers the bar, and all of the tables. You can’t help but love it there, because of the service, and the amazing Thai food. If you ever find yourself hungry in Colborne, you should totally check it out.
Okay, now back to the cocoon for earth hour, and I maybe had a nibble of a snack before we retired. We lit a few candles, laid back, and let the mood sweep over us. I’m not going to go into detail, but it was magical. Simply magical. I have to tell you, that when you love someone that much, everything you do together is enhanced. I constantly have to tell myself that it’s real, and to stop drooling.
Sunday morning, we lounged around until probably ten, then we got ready for a lovely brunch at Vanilla Thunder’s house. We love hanging with Thunder, because there is never a dull moment. One of us will always have a good story, and there’s never any awkwardness or long periods when you don’t know what to say. Well, except for that one time, but I mean really, what else could I do? I just love chilling with people that don’t check what they say, just because it may not be politically correct, and they don’t go telling everyone that you puked so hard after a night of tequila, chocolate tequila, Miami Vices and beer, that you got petechial hemorrhaging in his basement.
Not that I did that.
Then we went to visit the Larries, Carter, and Baby Landon. Everyone was doing well there, and Landon was sleeping the whole time, so we made our way home to wait for the girls. They showed up, there was hugging, they watched some TV, and then went to bed. I finished this blog post, while Mrs. B watched “The L Word”, and hopefully she’s still awake when I’m done. I don’t like it when she falls asleep alone.
Oooooh oooooh babe, lost in love is what I’m feel when I’m with you,
Have you ever ran over an animal with your vehicle? Extra points if it was a bicycle.