Bet that title grabbed your attention...
Wizards, no not like Harry Potter, a wizard is something I learned about while at a rugby game a few weekends ago. First you buy a bunch of canned alcohol ... think beer, think Smirnoff... then duct tape them together, like 10 of them, and carry them around to look like... a wand I guess? Sort of like a portable cooler, but without the ice. Ok maybe it was a pair of 21 year old boys and at the time I thought it was brilliantly awesome. Anyway, I took pictures. I wish I knew about this trick 7 years ago for May 24.
So most of you know that Campbell and I have been dealing with our Visa stuff lately and well lets just say it would be a whole lot easier if his name was Mohammed and he was a doctor. I'm seriously thinking about buying a can of spray tan this weekend and having a go at him. The past few weeks I have been spinning my wheels to figure out what year I was in kindergarten, all my addresses since I was 18 and what year my father was born... which turns out isn't confirmed between documents. Who would have thought my dad changing his age to get his license when he was 15 would affect his unborn child years later. See, there's always something that's going to bite you in the ass. If I ever have children I will use that as a scare tactic through their teens.
Speaking of children, I had a wonderful day with Macy last Wednesday. I was able to pull something from my own childhood memory and You Tubed the Elephant Show for her. No, I didn't let the computer babysit, I actually put on "Skinnamarinkydinkydink" and sang with her. Its weird, I remembered all the actions and sang along with Sharon, Lois and Bram. Good times. Thank god Macy was the only one there to watch. She seemed to enjoy it. I must share the link and dance moves with Georgie.
Ooh and dance moves. We had our best out over the weekend. I think I remember a bar top? I'd beg my mother for forgiveness and blame a bad crowd, but I'm pretty sure I've done that with her a time or two!
PS I have discovered a super awesome hangover killer. No advil, no chocolate milk, no home fries with gravy... I've started cooking like Betty Crocker on Sunday. Actually, pretty much kicking her ass and taking her name in vain. Homemade soup, sausage rolls, chicken drum sticks, etc. Campbell has been getting the greatest lunches. He'll be devastated when we go back to sandwiches or better yet, when he has to start making his own lunch again. Wives/long time girlfriends... I have a question for you.... when is a good time to stop making lunches? Why do we even start? It's true what they say... love is blind and only the dumb survive. Well maybe that's a few saying mixed up together, whatever. Are we that in love that we get up early, make them a hearty lunch while we take some salad that's fit for a rabbit? I tell ya this, I would have been screwed being a women in the 1950's.
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