Horray, I'm saved!
So mom and I drove to Art's cottage in Caseville this morning, and I've never been up here so I didn't really know what to expect. I knew Art just got his seadoo fixed but I guess the engine died yesterday. So, poop. "Solitare it is!" I wasn't even gonna bring my lappy toppy. "Hm...low strength signal, perhaps?" When the hallelujah chorus valiantly pronounced their vocalic chord, I knew what I'd be doing for the rest of the day.