Went to have a beer on the lakeside with Colin. Needed a good bitching session.
Tag: slice of life
Happy new year, piss off 2020
We got wet, got slightly pissed, had a wholly inappropriate conversation and saw in the new year.
Bonne année et bonne santé
Non traditional NY eve lunch
Sushi for lunch, noodles and baos for dinner. Not traditional, but damn good.
Just realising that…
Katy and I have known each other for more than 15 years now. Big, (mostly) fun, tumultuous, (often) stressful, (mostly) happy years.
This is how I like my mornings
Chilling with my furry boys. The non-furry one was in a surprisingly agreable mood this morning and has already left for school.
What goes around…
So I’ve reached the point where I’m the one cooking stacks of pancakes for Ben and his friends in the morning post-sleepover. No hangovers, yet, though.
The sad thing though is that we’re down to our last tin of proper maple syrup ?. We did however realize that Aldi sells Canadian Grade A (dark), which should be acceptable until we can get some more of the good stuff.
Our gift to us
Katy has been dropping less and less subtle hints about wanting a new TV. Our old one still worked, was perfectly fine, but was older than Ben. So we used the “opportunity” of Ben getting a PS4 for his birthday to give him the old TV and getting a new one as a present to us. The price was very right, the size fits in our old TV unit and it’s a hell of a lot lighter!
We got another wall mounting bracket to put the TV in Ben’s room. I spent a solid hour swearing at Ben’s wall. These are rebar-reinforced contrete. I had my full body-weight against the drill, praying the bit wouldn’t shatter, and the damn thing was barely moving. As it stands, the building will fall down before that f’n bracket does. Except that now according to the ungrateful child, the TV is too high. Screw that, it’s not moving now…
I love that dog
She’s not my dog, but I love her like she is.
This was in the woods this weekend.
Doing our best in covid times
Every year since we’ve moved into the building, Katy has organised something for Halloween. This year, we tried our best but with the latest directives from the OFSP, it wouldn’t have been possible or safe to have the giant gathering like we had last year. Even then, Katy has been fretting over what could be done. In the end, she made just shy of 100 little baggies and hung them up in the trees in the park – and still she worries if it’s going to be OK. This is why I love my wife. She’s nuts, but she cares.