Vive le Joual
Un gros mangeux d’suçons pis d’gomme (live)
This will make Pops happy.
The beaver is a proud and noble animal
Notes from a bemused canuck
This is where the tulip festival is. It’s also 5 minutes from our house.
On the way back from his scout camp, Bean tripped over a tree root while playing and did a running superman wipeout that ended up with him badly spraining his ankle. X-rays don’t seem to show anything broken, but he can’t walk on it so as a precaution, they gave him a plaster splint. Right now, he’s hobbling on rainbow-colored crutches, generally being in good spirits, but enjoying the extra attention :)
Katy loves the Swiss scouts. She keeps saying “my brownies were never this fun. All we ever did was play rounders”. It should be noted that, besides his last-minute injury, Bean enjoyed his camping trip and it was the first time in a looong time that the St-George camping weekend didn’t get rained on :)
Had to be split over 2 days because we got too tired last night…
We did manage to sneak in some shopping, some cocktails ? and a movie ? though.
Would you walk up the hill again? Yes, for gin, lesbians and puppy dogs.
We wanted to go to Les Brasseurs to get the burgers ? and beer ? that we missed out on last night before we picked up Ben from his scout camp. Turns out there was a bike rally in town that closed off most of the roads where we wanted to go. That was a big bust…
Ever adaptable, we went to have some perfectly satisfactory tempura ?, calamari and ramen ? (for me) and sushi rolls ? (for Katy).
Even polar bear enjoyed a nice pot of jasmine tea. (Polar bear came along because, as Katy said, the fact that she was having a shit mental health daily didn’t mean he couldn’t have a good time.)