Vacation is, sigh, over.

George and I just finished a most wonderful vacation/birthday week.

Our intention was to go to the cottage and visit my folks from Friday through Wednesday, but we were having so much fun we extended our stay till Friday. Seven full days up on the Bruce Peninsula.

Highlights included:
- Visiting the most lovely Dyers Bay on my Birthday and spending the morning walking the shores of Georgian Bay with the pups. Unfortunately the Beaver Tail shack in Tobermory was closed so we dug into some incredibly overpriced fish and chips.
- Playing Scrabble with Mom and Dad while drinking wine.
- Enjoying dinner in Owen Sound
- Hiking along the Bruce Trail
- Lying in bed watching lightening light up our bedroom
- Listening to the frogs
- Watching snakes slither and mate

We returned to Toronto for the Victoria Day weekend. For George's Birthday we went over to Centre Island and had a picnic, which included a collection of cheeses, sausages, fresh fruit and cold wine. Later that evening we drove out to Oakville and went to the Drive-in. Didn't get home till close to 4 in the morning! Fabulous time.

The Monday was spent on our bikes. My bum still hurts.

Here's one for you:

Hi Michelle!

Buying a house, part 2

This sucks.

We found an awesome home with a fantastic backyard last weekend. It was wonderful, and the price was good. We had visions of tomato plants, a BBQ and a gnome.

Tonight was when offers were being accepted.

Sigh. We didn't even come close apparently. And we put in a very good offer, too.

If we're in the friggin apartment for the entire summer I am going to be very unhappy.

Curling

Curling is officially over for another season.

My team tanked, finishing in the middle of the "F" Division. We made it into the playoffs but got our asses collectively whipped. Last night was our end of season banquet so we had a few beers, some chicken and mashed potatoes. Yum.

Next up: George wearing spandex playing ultimate frisbee.

Tragic news.

Our foray into the seedy world of becoming slum lords has come to a crushing halt.

George and I thought everything was a go, but unfortunately the seller (aka shithead) did not initial one line and when it came time for him to sign on that dotted line, he changed his mind. Despite the fact that we had agreed on a set price, he decided that it wasn't enough. He won't budge from his asking price.

So the deal is off.

But then again, we're hoping that no one else will be interested in the place at which time we'll slip in and ask for even less.

But don't fret. We will overcome this injustice and find an even better place with even better tenants. We will be slum lords, damnit!!!

Home Sweet Home

Some people celebrate Christ's resurrection with a prayer. Others, a chocolate bunny. Us? we buy a house. A two storey, detached brick 8year old house halfway between the beaches and danforth. It's the best of both worlds, I'd say. Awesome front yard, lots of space, cute kitchen and much more.

It's the last house on a dead end street so we expect lots of quiet interspersed by an occasional Go Train whistle.

We can open the door in our underwear and let the dogs out to do their thing.

We can throw a load of laundry in the washer and not pick it up for 2 days.

We can compost.

We can walk to the end of our street and buy a sari.

We can plant tomato plants.

We can pay property taxes.

We can get solar panels.

Life doesn't get any better. So excited. We take possession on May 31st but won't move in till middle of month.

Puppy Tails Part 2

We chose not to crate train our puppy. She’s growing by the day, a crate that size is very expensive and besides, having the second dog around should keep Ciera out of trouble.

So we made our spare bedroom into the dog room. When we’re not home, we put up our puppy gate and they would keep each other occupied. Well, that was the theory.

It worked out very well for the first few weeks. Then we got home one day and found both dogs waiting for us in front of the door. Basically, Ciera moved the gate with her huge nose and walked out with Lola jumping along behind her (or that’s how I imagined it).

A few days later I got home from work and found the spare plant in the bedroom completely torn apart. Dirt and leaves were everywhere! Not even a root or two lying around to replant! And to put an explanation point on her gardening, she took a pee on her pillow.