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25: what's the weirdest place you've ever broken into?
Technically nowhere. I'm not really excitable about going somewhere to want in THAT badly. However. Back in... 2003-ish? My mom and I took a vacation to Prince Edward Island for a week in the summer. The whole thing was great! Red beaches, quiet cabin-esque motel, close to a tourist-y place to have some fun, got to see the Confederation buildings, we got tattoos together--all around nice time.
We decided to get the tattoos on the last full day we were on the island. A tattoo shop was set up on the tourist-y area boardwalk and he had a wait that day before they could get us in so we decided to go check out Avonlea Villlage, which is the very Lego/Crayola period-costumed tourist quasi-theme park attraction based on Anne of Green Gables and Road to Avonlea (the actual Green Gables house where LMM wrote the book wasn't that exciting in comparison). I wanted to get a picture with a PEI cow (I like cows, okay?) so we went there because they had some livestock.
When we got to the entrance we realized the price was WAY more than we were wanting to pay for what would come down to about 10 minutes worth of visiting time so... we walked in. Where you paid to get in was in its own tiny building at the start of the area but there wasn't anyone there to check that you had a bracelet after walking past the payment booth.
We made a beeline to the small barn where they had a cow (yay) and a pig (so cute) and maybe a couple other things. We took some pics and pet the animals and then hightailed it out before anyone noticed we weren't wearing bracelets. We didn't want to go back through the payment building since we'd JUST come through there so we hopped the fence at the end of the property and then returned to get our tattoos done.
Hardened criminals, I tell you.
Tonight I extolled the virtues of basmati rice. In my attempt to explain it to my mom as a versatile rice I compared it to both "a night out or a date to the movies" and "Betty or Veronica". It's weird in my brain.
I finally threaded the needle for the first time since I got the cross stitch kits I ordered from Amazon a couple weeks ago. They've been sitting in front of me on my desk all this time and I have the fabric on the frame but I just shit the bed on carrying through with doing something with it. Now that I've threaded the needle it'll probably be another month before I actually make a stitch. WHY DO I TRY CRAFTING?!
Technically nowhere. I'm not really excitable about going somewhere to want in THAT badly. However. Back in... 2003-ish? My mom and I took a vacation to Prince Edward Island for a week in the summer. The whole thing was great! Red beaches, quiet cabin-esque motel, close to a tourist-y place to have some fun, got to see the Confederation buildings, we got tattoos together--all around nice time.
We decided to get the tattoos on the last full day we were on the island. A tattoo shop was set up on the tourist-y area boardwalk and he had a wait that day before they could get us in so we decided to go check out Avonlea Villlage, which is the very Lego/Crayola period-costumed tourist quasi-theme park attraction based on Anne of Green Gables and Road to Avonlea (the actual Green Gables house where LMM wrote the book wasn't that exciting in comparison). I wanted to get a picture with a PEI cow (I like cows, okay?) so we went there because they had some livestock.
When we got to the entrance we realized the price was WAY more than we were wanting to pay for what would come down to about 10 minutes worth of visiting time so... we walked in. Where you paid to get in was in its own tiny building at the start of the area but there wasn't anyone there to check that you had a bracelet after walking past the payment booth.
We made a beeline to the small barn where they had a cow (yay) and a pig (so cute) and maybe a couple other things. We took some pics and pet the animals and then hightailed it out before anyone noticed we weren't wearing bracelets. We didn't want to go back through the payment building since we'd JUST come through there so we hopped the fence at the end of the property and then returned to get our tattoos done.
Hardened criminals, I tell you.
Tonight I extolled the virtues of basmati rice. In my attempt to explain it to my mom as a versatile rice I compared it to both "a night out or a date to the movies" and "Betty or Veronica". It's weird in my brain.
I finally threaded the needle for the first time since I got the cross stitch kits I ordered from Amazon a couple weeks ago. They've been sitting in front of me on my desk all this time and I have the fabric on the frame but I just shit the bed on carrying through with doing something with it. Now that I've threaded the needle it'll probably be another month before I actually make a stitch. WHY DO I TRY CRAFTING?!