Well, we didn’t actually have a coffee, but that was the original plan. Unfortunately the Village Cafe in Grafton, wasn’t open, because of renovations. When Scotty told me he lived close by, I figured we could meet there; Joey, Mrs. Birdman and I love their breakfast, and I think Tim Hortons has enough of the public’s money, so why not give it to a hardworking family? When Scotty stepped out of the car, I was glad I hadn’t come looking for him the day I jokingly said I was going to punch him in the lips. I probably couldn’t reach his lips, unless I had a step stool and a longer arm; that guy is fucking monolithic. When I suggested we then head to Colborne, he told me he had found out his mother was getting out of the hospital, so he had to head to the city and pick her up. He promised that we’d get together though, so all is well with that. I guess they found that she has an infection, and are going to keep her a little longer, to make sure she gets rid of it, so we’re hoping she gets home soon. Although we aren’t hypocritical enough to pray, we are sending many positive vibes her way, and wishing her the speediest of recoveries.
Now for something we haven’t tried before.
The Mrs and I have been tossing around the idea of introducing our cocoon via video-blog. The cocoon is a sacred place of fun and love, and one of our most favorite places in the world. It seemed only natural that it would make an appearance on the blog eventually. We aren’t sure how this is going to fly, but we thought we would let ‘er rip, and sort things out after the dust settles. Without further adieu, I give to you, Dear Reader, our first
If you’re after getting the honey – hey
Then you don’t go killing all the bees,
P.S. It’s true that I left a warm bed with a naked woman in it to have coffee with a dude, but let’s be fair it was after 9 and I was a little dehydrated.