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They’re a bit slow, but the man does have survival instincts. He keeps a stash of chocolate in the house just for me.
We played Mario Kart.
A nice long downhill ride is awesome until you realize you’ve gone the wrong way and gotta go back up it again.
I had the pencils done before he got out of the bathroom.
Whenever my mom mentions something on Facebook I get the deer in headlights look as I try to remember if I’ve posted anything incriminating lately.
I made up the part about the thong but my mom really did call me and tell me to get back to work. Apparently she keeps an eye on the time stamp of the increasingly inane comments throughout the day. Though I don’t have anything online that’s nearly as….interesting as some of my brothers work. I don’t think I could really shock my mom if I tried. My sister already brought a republican to dinner that one time. Awkward.
The testosterone is usually inspired by logic but it took a couple of these before I was able to squash my knee jerk feminist reaction “You can’t tell me what I can or can not- oh shit, those roads are a death trap for bikes.”
I found some back roads with more speed bumps and less traffic.
I did some sketching while my neighbor and I sold some stuff at a yard sale in August…aaand I had some friends over and wasn’t able to get a big art piece done for today. We played Mario Kart and I lost a lot but had fun doing it.
Probably more like something you don’t want to have to say in the bedroom… or ever.
Obby actually wears a polo shirt to work and he says he hasn’t given a presentation in months and he doesn’t do anything with TPS reports. But other than that, I think I’d be a great backpack for him.
We also messed up when he asked us how many bottles of wine we had. Echo said three and behind her I held up four fingers. He asked which was it and I said I forgot that we drank one, which we had. I tried to declare the watch that I had bought at Canada Tire and the half eaten chocolate bar I had with me. Oh, and the bag of oversized marshmallows. I still have those. He let us through but only after good naturally teasing me about not knowing anything about Atlanta. I think we then got lost trying to find our exit and almost went back into Canada…or was that from US to canada? it’s all a blur now.
PS, this is the last of the Canada cartoons. Back to being snuggly with Obby tomorrow.
