Month: August 2015
That little bird gets into the most bizarre situations
I was getting my new tattoo this afternoon, when Bobble flew out of my bag and demanded one of his own. Normand was kind enough to accommodate his request. He had a tree done, in memory of his friend.
Oh, proper chocolate milk, how I have missed you
Pretty accurate
But only for certain topics.
S’good to be the King
Bean eating his dinner in front of the bonfire.
Pre-birthday party
Ben has been missing me and wanted to throw me a birthday party as soon as I was in Leicester, which wasn’t a bad idea seeing that the oldies wouldn’t be in Canada with us for my actual birthday.
Katy went all out on the cake, and the spread rivalled boxing day. I’m stuffed!
Eeeelehvun
Yesterday was Olivier’s past day at the office. After a few gag gifts (cuvée pimp katzpiss wine and the eeelehvun t-shirt) we went to lunch in St-Sulpice – with matching outfits.
(the eeelehvun bit is an inside joke about a Scottish voice-controlled elevator)