Also, no outside food and minors need to be accompanied by an adult at all times.
Tuesday, July 30, 2013
Monday, July 29, 2013
If I can just locate my keys I'm off to Spa Spandinave in Whistler for the day
I'm super excited
I'm going to get all wet and lie in hot pools for hours
Get a Swedish massage
Or maybe a deep tissue massage if I can figured out what the difference is
Then drive home and have 6-8 uninterrupted hours of sleep (you heard me crying baby downstairs and barking dog next door)
Friday, July 26, 2013
Thursday, July 25, 2013
Bunndini and his cohorts spent the past week island hopping via ferry to Galliano then via float plane to Thetis then via ferry to Chemainus to stock up on supplies.
Algae Frankenstein and her anxiety were not please with the jauntiness of the float plane but Strongbow comforted them both immediately upon arrival.
Beers were consumed beginning at 11:36am daily. Sunburns were achieved. Books were partially read. Hair was not washed.
Jo Jo the starfish liked it when we played jenga with him.
Throwing caution (and paralytic shellfish poisoning) to the wind Mr. Bunndini and Dr. Stapler ate fresh oysters topless on a deserted beach (beach not pictured). Lacking tools I flung the oysters against the rocks until they popped open. Several oysters were critically harmed in this endeavour but the sandpipers cleaned up the mess.
An entire bottle of small batch bourbon from Texas was imbibed on this rock and skinny dipping may or may not have occurred (depending on who you ask).
Saturday, July 20, 2013
Tuesday, July 16, 2013
Monday, July 15, 2013
Sunday, July 14, 2013
Friday, July 12, 2013
Thursday, July 11, 2013
I had three double cappuccinos this morning and the heart palpitations are just starting to subside.
Monday, July 8, 2013
How is it possible that I made it to such an advanced age and did now know that Grimace, the blobby eggplant-hued McDonalds character, is supposed to be representative of a TASTE BUD. What what?
Friday, July 5, 2013
Thursday, July 4, 2013
And he is going to be drinking American beer and eating grilled jerk chicken on the beach like no nobodies business later today
Monday, July 1, 2013
This is pretty much all I did this long weekend if the beagle is me and the ball is beer successfully entering my mouth.