Vacay...
...at least I think it's a vacay. I'm going home to Canada, which means the following:
- Dad cleaning our teeth
- hanging out in back yard
- visiting my parents latest real estate acquisition
- doing homework
- doing work work
- learning lines
- sorting out basement for all the shit I have left at my parents
- seeing old chums
- going to Oak Bay Village and wandering about and buying Canadian sweeties (Coffee Crisps are the fuckin bomb, yo)
- seeing the Almighty Jumbilicus (aka my bro) and his wife (sadly, the kiddie winks are in Kenya, so I won't be seeing them)
- expensive dinners
- meeting Willow, my parents new Chinese Crested
- looking at pics of my parent's old Chinese Crested, Norman and thinking goodly thoughts
- trying not to worry about my housie and my boys back here in C-wood
- trying not to worry that things are blowing up at work
- trying to cram lines into my fekkin head
- enjoying myself and yet itching to get back to my 'routine'
Does any of that make sense??
Off we go!
- Dad cleaning our teeth
- hanging out in back yard
- visiting my parents latest real estate acquisition
- doing homework
- doing work work
- learning lines
- sorting out basement for all the shit I have left at my parents
- seeing old chums
- going to Oak Bay Village and wandering about and buying Canadian sweeties (Coffee Crisps are the fuckin bomb, yo)
- seeing the Almighty Jumbilicus (aka my bro) and his wife (sadly, the kiddie winks are in Kenya, so I won't be seeing them)
- expensive dinners
- meeting Willow, my parents new Chinese Crested
- looking at pics of my parent's old Chinese Crested, Norman and thinking goodly thoughts
- trying not to worry about my housie and my boys back here in C-wood
- trying not to worry that things are blowing up at work
- trying to cram lines into my fekkin head
- enjoying myself and yet itching to get back to my 'routine'
Does any of that make sense??
Off we go!