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Christmas Came Early!

Hello and welcome to THE BUSIEST WEEK OF THE YEAR! In my opinion anyway. I always find this week to be the busiest every year. Trying to wrap up all the work things before the holidays, squeezing in the weeknight holiday parties (our condo’s Christmas party was last night and that was a hilarious evening filled with bad karaoke but good cheese), holiday baking, and trying to get your own house hostable for parties = busy times. And I don’t even have real responsibilities like children.

But Christmas really did come early this year. After the painting party on Saturday, Evan and I got ready and headed to my dad and Mona’s for our annual Christmas dinner. Just a week and a half early. My dad and Mona are going to Florida for the holidays so we decided to bump up our family celebration.


It worked out well having it early. We also have Christmas dinners happening with Evan’s family on Christmas and Boxing Day, so I personally enjoy spreading out the turkey love. So do my pants. I have a bit of time to recover before round 2 and then round 3.


My dad made us all drinks when we arrived. He had quite the Caesar bar going on.


I love that vodka clamato deliciousness.

Ritson was in his festive gear…


Santa wasn’t quite staying upright, but he looked like he was having a good ride.

And the kids made a fort in the mound of presents.


I miss being a kid so much sometimes. And sometimes I feel like I would rather hang out with kids than adults.

The traditional order of activities at my family’s holiday gathering each year is drinks + catch-up – dinner – presents – dessert. Dinner was amazing.


Yes, mashed potato volcano always.

And that was before I added a giant piece of ham that covered everything on my plate (and by the way Mona, Evan and I were talking afterwards how that might have been the best ham we’ve ever had). God I love Christmas dinner so much. I wonder if I would burn out on it if I ate it every day. I don’t know, but if I was on death row I’m pretty sure that’s what I would request as my last meal.

Mona is a big fan of me being safe while I am out at night, so last year she got me a sneaky siren that attached to my purse and I could pull if I was being harassed (never had to use it, touch wood). This year, she stepped it up:


A megaphone. A real deal, loud megaphone, complete with a siren. Even better than that little one we were taking around with us in Boston. This may be the best gift I have ever received. I am very excited to try it out (I mean out somewhere, I have been trying it out at home on Evan and Winnie all week, they like it).

Speaking of Evan, he got some really fabulous gifts for the kitchen. His gifts were mostly related to cooking which is PERFECT for him and he genuinely loved them. But I thought it was funny that Evan gets all the kitchen gifts and I get fun things like megaphones. One of his awesome presents was this wonderful breakfast sandwich maker.


I’m pretty sure everyone was jealous of it. We actually tried it out on Sunday morning…




Perfect. It works better than expected. If you’re looking for a last minute gift for someone I recommend that thing for sure. Say goodbye to boring breakfasts!

But back to Christmas. Can you tell my dad’s favourite team?


Is it the Maple Leafs?!

He’s pretty easy to buy for. I told him he needs to bust out that giant hand while he is watching the game alone in his basement. He loves his Habs.

My stepbrother’s girlfriend Leslie and I with our oranges…


I do not know why…

And dessert:


Evan’s grandma’s apple cake made by Evan, cupcakes made my Mona’s daughter, fudge made by Leslie, ice cream. All good things.

We had a such a great night. I am thankful that my dad and Mona are so welcoming to Evan, and I always really enjoy hanging with Mona’s family. Mona’s daughter’s husband (so my step brother in law I guess?) makes me laugh pretty hard with his straight-faced dry humour.

Sunday was Emily and Corey’s holiday open house, or the jingle and mingle. And here we have the best thing about the holidays:


The food tables. Oh lord the food tables. Emily is notorious for her ridiculous food spreads, and I feel like she even stepped it up for the holidays. I planted myself in front of that table and went to town. And that picture was taken before the Oriental Party Pack from M&M’s made an appearance.

Emily and Corey’s doberman Ace was looking cute in his Christmas jammies…


Onesies look good on everyone.

Evan did not come with me because that man is busy. Poor guy. I feel like the busiest bitch who ever busied this week, and he seems to have a million more things to do than I do. But after I got home from the party we headed out to the majestic forest, also known as the Ikea Christmas tree lot, to FINALLY get our Christmas tree!

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Finally! I feel like we are the last ones to get a tree! I really wanted to go out and cut our own as we did last year, but time was not on our side. The trees all looked the same at Ikea, but I feel like we picked a good one.


And then we busted out the decorations and discovered that we were not very organized in putting them away last year…


That was a bit of a tangled mess. Like iPhone headphones times a million. But we got it.


All is well. And I finally feel ready for the holidays to happen.


Thanksgiving Weekend

This weekend was Canadian Thanksgiving! I have said it before, but I like when our Thanksgiving falls. There is ample time to recover from all the eating before we do it all over again at Christmas.

Evan and I picked up Brotherman and Kelly on Saturday morning and headed to Belleville to celebrate turkey day with their mom and nana. On the way we passed the Big Apple, which I now know is awesome since our stop there on the way to Emily’s bachelorette party in Montreal, so we decided to make a quick detour for pies. You cannot have Thanksgiving without pies. The Big Apple has quite the pie operation going on…


Where the magic happens

So many pies!


I wanted to get them all, but we just went with the traditional pumpkin and apple. And also a few apple fritters that we could eat immediately, which actually may have been the best apple fritter I have ever had.

No visit to the Big Apple is complete without a photo in front of said Big Apple. Brotherman and Kelly first…


And then Evan and I. We had to take a couple before we got a nice one because Evan found a bulrush.


And he proceeded to harass me with it.


Until I snapped the end off.


We also went over to the petting zoo area to see the animals, and this beautiful lama caught our eye.


Those are quite the teeth. I thought she was cute though, in her own way.

Eventually we arrived at the Nana’s and had a happy reunion with the family. Evan’s mom’s friend brought a few witch hats for us to wear.


I wonder if she is trying to tell us something…

Don’t worry, the guys weren’t left out of the Halloween hat party.


We hung out for a few hours, chatting and watching the House Hunters International marathon (which makes me feel like I’m doing life wrong), and then it was time for Thanksgiving dinner. Which was amazing. Curry is the tradition at the Nana’s house (you may remember from last year), so she made us all lentils (which Evan also makes pretty often), meatball curry, yellow rice, curried potatoes, greens, ham, and cachumba (tomatoes and onions in vinegar, I think it is an Indian salad and it is very nice when accompanying curry).


I was insanely full after that but I went back for seconds of just the meatball curry because I couldn’t get enough of it.  I like this curry tradition.

The Nana made apple crisp for dessert, so no need to break out our pie. It was REALLY good and I was just dying of fullness afterwards. We all just lazed around and were in bed by 9pm. But it was a very fun evening with Evan’s family.


I am sad his mom and nana are a two hour drive from us, because I would like to see them more often. They make me laugh.

On Sunday we all had breakfast together before heading to Evan’s dad’s place to celebrate with that side of their family. That is where the animals are, you may remember. So we spent the afternoon doing the animal visitation rounds.

Remember Peanut, the little piglet?


Well, she has grown.


I got her from all sides so you can fully appreciate her beauty.



She is large and in charge. And she enjoys oinking constantly.

This is Phil.


Phil is a turkey, but Phil is not for eating! He is a pet turkey. I don’t think I have ever taken a moment before to truly appreciate how interesting-looking turkeys are…


So knobby and bumpy and weird looking. His brain looks like it is on the outside of his head.

Phil spends his time stalking the guineafowl. Or maybe it is the gang of guineas who stalk him…


You will occasionally see the guineas running by if you are inside and happen to glance out the window, and then Phil will be lumbering after them like a big T Rex.

This is Raisin.


She looks kind of grumpy (and like a muppet) but I think she just suffers from resting bitchface because she is actually a very cuddly chicken.

And then there is this chicken…


Apparently. That’s what I was told it was.


They also look angry but are quite nice. Those poor guys had their beaks clipped before they arrived at Evan’s dad and Loulou’s, to deter them from pecking other animals.

This is my favourite donkey Zeke!


I just love him. He is so nice. We like to tell each other secrets.


There are also two horses.


She really wanted in a picture with us.


After the animal fest it was dinner time. Another great Thanksgiving meal happening over here… All the turkey things!


I always forget how much I love stuffing. It’s probably good I only eat it a few times a year though, because when it happens I really appreciate it.

I was again full to the point of bursting, so we went back outside for a while before dessert, which was homemade pumpkin pie.


This was very good pumpkin pie. I don’t even usually like pumpkin pie. Well that’s not true, I like all pie but my order of pie preference is lemon merengue – banana cream – pecan – any kind of fruit – pumpkin. But that pie may have bumped pumpkin up to number two (nothing will ever, ever beat my mom’s lemon merengue pie).

We headed back Sunday night and were home just in time for the Walking Dead, which I was on the edge of my seat for the entire time. Perched on the back of my seat may be more accurate. It was awesome and I was happy with how everything turned out. Yesterday we did a bunch of cleaning and stuff around the house, Evan made ham and split pea soup from leftover ham (OMG so good!), and we actually went to the movies for the first time in about a year to see Gone Girl. I loved it. I thought they did such a good job keeping it close to the book, and the casting was even better than I imagined. Evan really liked it also.

So a very good long weekend. I feel very thankful for this guy:


And these two:

And their families for letting me crash their dinners. And all the animals (which I do enjoy visiting, but I have to admit I’m glad they’re not actually mine).

I hope you Canadians had a great weekend filled with all the family and all the food and all the friends! I hope you had that even if you are not Canadian.

I love eating holidays!

Nanny’s Annual Elvis BBQ

Last Wednesday evening was the annual family appreciation barbecue at my Nana’s nursing home. Long time readers of my blog may remember this in previous years because the highlight of the barbecue is an Elvis tribute artist. He is not easily forgettable.

I have attended for the past five years or so and Elvis has been the same guy each year.


He is pretty awesome. He is very good at getting the crowd excited. Last year was a particularly good time.

Anyway, after work on Wednesday, Evan and I made the trip up to the nursing home and found my excited little (100-year-old!) Nana camped out outside. She went down to the yard super early so she could score a prime location for our group. She doesn’t mess around. She snagged us the best seats in the house.


Oh she is just so cute. She is still so chipper and spry. I think the Elvis barbecue might be the highlight of her year. Actually, I think it might be mine (EDIT: I was just reading my post about Elvis last year and I used the same line, embarrassingly… I am going to have to pick up the originality over here).

While we waited for Elvis to start his hilarious show, we did the barbecue thing…


Same as usual, and pretty good. One thing my Nana has definitely not lost in her old age is her appetite. She ate half a hamburger, an entire hotdog, and both kinds of salad. Plus a big piece of cake. I’ve said it before but I’ll say it again, I know where I get my appetite from.


This gal right here.

My family had a lot going on last week and unfortunately couldn’t make it to the party, but my Auntie Nancy’s childhood best friend Joanne and her husband Harry were in attendance.


It was their first time coming to the Elvis party and I think they really enjoyed themselves. And I’ll tell you one thing about Harry…he’s a troublemaker. Just a jokester. They were very entertaining.

We ate and chatted and caught up for a bit, and then it was Elvis time. He made a beeline towards my Nana.


Look at my Nana just clutching his hand with her sassy pink nails. Seeing her so happy just makes my heart want to explode. When Elvis first came out and was just talking she said to us “He doesn’t sound like Elvis!” but then he started singing and you know what, he actually does. He does a very good Elvis. And he’s quite the entertainer, doing the ol’ “what’s your room number, baby?” to all the old ladies, and I think an old man. Once he started doing his thing my Nana warmed up to him.


She may have been in awe of him.

Evan too.


Look how close they are in this picture.


I’d say Elvis is Evan’s new best friend.

It was kind of cold outside so Elvis came over to the Nana and was all “Are you cold, baby? Do you need me to take you to your room to warm you up?”


That scandalous Elvis.


Nana’s all, no thanks I’m good.

And even Harry got in on the Elvis action.


Elvis thought Joanne was my mom, so when he discovered she wasn’t he was all “Well who’s the mom here?” and Harry immediately said “I AM!” which made me laugh a lot harder than I would have expected. Harry’s cheesy humour just slays me.

Also during the Elvis barbecue, the staff at my Nana’s nursing home took part in the ALS ice bucket challenge, as they were all nominated by another nursing home.

They are clearly enjoying that.

So it was once again a fantastic Elvis time.


And Evan and I are once again thinking what we sort of events we have coming up that we could possibly book Elvis for. As we were leaving I told Elvis that we liked him and he was a good time and then I asked “Hey, do you want to come to our cottage and perform for us?” and he said that sounded like fun, so that could be an option… I am just sad we didn’t think of booking Elvis as a surprise for Brotherman’s wedding. Now THAT would have been a party.

Brotherman and Kelly’s Wedding

Guess who got married this past weekend?!


Michael (aka Evan’s brother, aka Brotherman) and Kelly! Look at those happy, beautiful lovers. And look at Kelly’s dress! She was beyond gorgeous and all the words for beautiful, radiant, etc. I could not stop staring at her.


So beauty. And I have to say Brotherman was looking pretty dashing himself (as was Evan the best man).


Kelly and Brotherman’s wedding took place at Wychwood Barns in Toronto, which, if you are searching for a wedding venue, let it be known that Wychwood Barns is unique and very cool. It is a long, narrow building where they used to service the St. Clair street cars. The inside has since been converted into an event space and art studio/gallery, but still has the exposed brick walls. And the outside is now an urban green space with gardens,  a dog park, beach volleyball, splash pad, etc. They have kept the original barn wood on much of the outside of the building, which gives it a rustic barn feel.


My handsome date

We clean up allllllright, hey? There is just something about a man in a suit, I tell ya. My dress was a last minute buy at Suzy Shier of all places. I wasn’t even sure if I liked it when I first tried it on, but I’m so glad I got it because I ended up loving it and thought it was the perfect choice.

Anyway, some highlights of this, the day of Brotherman’s wedding…

Brotherman and Kelly’s niece was the cutest flower girl, probably of all time.


She was very excited to be able to throw those petals down the aisle.


And their nephew  was the ring bearer. He was holding the rings in a wrapped box on wheels (aka a truck) that he pushed down the aisle.


He took his job as ring bearer very seriously.


Kind of a big deal.

Usually at weddings I like to watch the groom’s face as his bride walks down the aisle, but I could not keep my eyes off of Kelly.


She is just so naturally beautiful. I LOVE her dress. It was perfect. I thought that as soon as I saw her in it and I can’t imagine if she wore a different one. That dress screamed Kelly.

Kelly acknowledged that the ring bearer did a stand up job hanging onto the rings…


The ceremony was short, sweet, and the perfect amount of heartwarming and funny. And then it was time for group photos of the family. We took a ton, but this one might be my favourite.


Such a happy new family. Oh, I love weddings so much.

It was very convenient that the ceremony, cocktail hour and dinner/reception all took place at the same venue. I like it when everything is in one area and I don’t have to worry about going anywhere. When the cocktail hour started we all just moved over to the food/bar area. I definitely hung out at my usual event stomping grounds, the appetizer table. Brotherman and Kelly brought in outside appetizers in addition to the catering company’s food, so that guests could enjoy traditional Korean dishes. Like kimbob!


A delicious Korean sushi. Kelly brought this over for us when I moved into the condo and I have loved it since.

And hodo kwaja, those little walnut cakes (filled with red bean or potato) that I wrote about before when we were in Koreatown…


As well as potato and vegetable dumplings. Something that I love about Kelly and Brotherman is they are both very food oriented. I appreciate this. I never worry about what I am going to be eating when they are around. There was no shortage of food at this wedding. Dinner was also plentiful and amazing.


Salad, chicken, quinoa salad, roasted vegetables, butternut squash ravioli, rice, various breads… I ate every last bite of that plate. I think the highlight for me was the ravioli, though everything was truly delicious.

The speeches were much like the ceremony, short, sweet, and funny. No one likes a long speech. I thought Evan’s was perfect.


He told the story of the moment he knew that Kelly would always have Michael’s best interests at heart. He said that for Michael’s bachelor party they wanted to do something different as they are not your typical bachelor party type of guys (they really aren’t). So they decided on a road trip to the US (they ended up going to Cleveland for the weekend) with two of their other friends, Jeff and Ian. This was going to be a surprise for Michael, as they told him that they were just driving to Buffalo for the day on a Friday to look at suits and would be coming back that same day. The plan was to tell him once they were crossing the border that SURPRISE! they weren’t stopping in Buffalo and they would be gone for two days on an American adventure.

Evan was given the task of telling Kelly of their plan, and he worried a bit about what her reaction might be. It was in the height of wedding planning, so would Kelly be okay with Michael gone for the whole weekend? Would Kelly worry about what sort of shenanigans they got up to? How was Kelly going to react to this news that the boys were headed out into unchartered (for them) American territory?

Evan said that when he told her there was silence on her end of the phone for a moment, and then Kelly said “But…what about his underwear? Won’t he need extra underwear?”

Evan thought it was so typically, selfless Kelly to voice concern about Michael’s well-being as her very first thought. Not where they were going or how long they were going for or what they were going to do, but how was Michael going to make do for three days with one pair of underwear? And how was he going to get extra underwear without realizing he was going to be gone for several days? It was a great speech and had everyone laughing.


Evan and his thoughtful new sistah

Kelly and Michael’s thank you speech was pretty great as well. Carson and Victoria needed to be a part of that…


Actually I would say that they enjoy being included in everything, including the cake cutting.


So cute.


I danced a LOT. Mostly with Victoria and Carson. Carson requested that the DJ (which was me, haha, and I think I might actually do a post on wedding playlists because I have done this twice now for friends) play Roar by Katy Perry at least three times before he had to go home. We played it four times and I think he enjoyed himself more each time. I don’t know if all the guests enjoyed it quite as much… 😉


Victoria and I were dancing so much that she had to find Uncle Porpy (Evan) to help her put on her dancing shoes.


I don’t know how either of them have so much energy. I was absolutely exhausted after dancing with them for two songs. Exhausted and sweaty.

I was very excited to slow dance with Evan at the wedding, as we have never slow danced together at an event (what, I like slow dancing). But the kids had other plans for us… As soon as we started dancing they were all over us and made us spin them for the entire song. I forgive them though, they are fun and it was funny. And their cuteness melts my heart.


My date and I did squeeze in a slow dance once it was after the kids’ bed time and we were able to get time to ourselves (I sound like a parent…)


It was a great wedding and I had such a fun time with Evan and Michael’s family and friends. Congratulations Michael and Kelly, we love you and are so happy for you!!!


Cheers to the fun group that shut the place down.


And cheers to Michael and Kelly and many, many happy years together!

Happy Birthday Eric! And the last of my mom’s visit

This week has been a bit nutso, so just a few things before it has been too long since my mom left and it is weird to talk about.

But first, happiest of 21st birthdays to my baby brother Eric!


The first time I held him. He was a HUGE baby.


21. 21 years have gone by since that cheeky cat was born. I can’t believe it. I remember when I was eagerly anticipating his arrival and drawing scary clowns to be posted on the walls of his nursery that said “TO BABY!” all over them (not kidding about that, my mom saved one of the clown posters that I drew and it is terrifying. Poor guy). I have a lot more to say on the subject of having a baby brother…I also found a speech that I wrote about little brothers when I was in Grade 6 and it does not paint Eric in the most flattering light (direct quote: “I like him when he is sleeping and when he is playing in his OWN room with his OWN toys. I do not like it when he comes into my room and gets into all my stuff. And forget about putting up a barricade because Eric will just smash through it.”) I think I will have to write more about that speech later…

Anyway, he did turn into a shining, respectable young man. So happy birthday Eric, I love you!

Last weekend when my mom was still here we did the rounds of visiting her old friends. And we dropped in to see my lovely Nana.


I still cannot believe she is 100. And she is still so with it, asking my mom all the questions about what she has been up to. Nana is my dad’s mom, but my parents were married for 20 years so was obviously a big part of my mom’s life. Nana was just thrilled to see her. She is still calling me and raving about our visit and how happy she was to see my mom doing so well.


She’s a sweetheart that Nana. Her annual Elvis impersonator barbecue is coming up and I cannot wait.

Aside from family and friends visiting, we ate a lot. My mom made her famous chicken soup that I love so much.


My friend Melissa was telling me that the reason she loves soup so much to this day is because of my mom and the soups she used to make for us when we were growing up. I totally agree. I never thought about that before but I’m pretty sure that is why I love soup so much now too. I can always go for some soup.

Evan also made his delicious lentils and red curry chicken for my mom, and it was her first time eating anything like that.


With spicy pickle and Evan’s cousin’s chutney and popadoms. My mom loved. I loved! I want to eat that every day!

Evan cooked for us a lot actually…



I’m sorry but sausages are just not photogenic, no matter how you photograph them.

I was happy my mom got to experience Evan’s cooking, because it is dynamite.

Evan and I also took my mom to the flea market last Sunday so she could experience that randomness. And we went to amazing crazy food court with all the foods of the world, and what made the experience for me this time was this pork rice from the Columbian food stall.


It is cooked inside sewed up pork skin and it was incredibly amazing. We all loved it. My mom and I also shared a quesadilla from the Mexican booth, but not even worth taking a picture of, I was too into that rice.

My mom hung out a lot with this little minx.


My mom was Winnie’s first owner. I think Winnie remembered her! She slept with her every night and has definitely been missing her since she left. My mom could not believe how much she still acts like a spry young kitty, and she is turning 21 this October! I haven’t been posting a lot of pictures of Winnie since Bolt’s arrival, but rest assured she is and will always be my number one. She is my favourite.

Other than that, a lot of hanging around and chatting in the condo. Evan and my mom really like each other.



Brotherman came over for dinner a few times and he and my mom really hit it off as well.

I know she had a really great time. I was so sad to see her go. We are going to miss her around here. But I am very happy knowing that Eric (and Kenya and Dixon!) are taking such good care of her in BC.

Have a great weekend!

The Cuba Crew does the Cottage

We spent this past weekend at Evan’s cottage with Brotherman, his fiancée Kelly, and her family. aka our Cuba Crew.


I was excited to make it up there because this summer is so incredibly busy that I know cottaging is going to be a rare occurrence. I literally have something happening every weekend until mid-September. Not complaining at all because I love the summer, but I do like a good winter hibernation weekend…

Anyway, nothern/eastern Ontario in the summer is my favourite place in the world.


That is where I spent the majority of Saturday. Just living the dream. It was raining in Toronto, but where we were it was a beautiful day!

Evan and I also spent an hour or so floating around in these state-of-the-art inner tubes.


Evan and I got up there before everyone else, so when Carson arrived with his family he came over and yelled “I LOVE IT HERE!!!! I want to stay here until I die!” I hear ya Carson. I hear ya. That is the right idea. He also said he was going to build his own house next door and the house was going to be purple (his favourite colour), and EVERYTHING inside the house was also going to be purple “and there’s going to be SO MANY THINGS!” – Carson’s words. He was really making me laugh. He also has upgraded his friend Pillow. In Cuba, Pillow was a little Canadian flag pillow with a happy face drawn on it. Now Pillow is this:


Still with a happy face. And Pillow is still the most interesting pillow in the world. Pillow is now four hundred three hundred and forty two years old.

That Carson is my little buddy.


Other things that happened:

Evan grilled lunch, Saturday and Sunday.


Burgers and hot dogs, with steamed sweet potatoes.


Last summer when we were all at the cottage together, Kelly’s sister Mina made the best pork I have ever eaten. I genuinely have not stopped thinking about that pork. I was hoping that I would be experiencing that pork again, but she switched it up. I was disappointed for about .2 seconds until I saw what she was making instead of the pork.


Korean-style beef ribs. Oh my God. I don’t even usually like ribs that much because I find they don’t have a ton of meat on them, but these were cut a different way and were just so tender and amazing. That Mina really outdid herself. She is a great cook.

Evan has also been making this fabulous lentil salad lately. Two cans of lentils, one chopped onion, chopped baby carrots, chopped red pepper, parsley, olive oil and white vinegar to taste. Salt and pepper.


Mix it all up and it’s good to go.


I have been requesting that he make this every day. I love it.

We had a great dinner Saturday evening with the family.


With veggies and hummus on the side. On my plate top right, that is laver, a Korean seaweed snack.


I didn’t think that I liked it but I DO, I really do! It is crunchy and salty and does not have an intense seaweed aftertaste. It kind of tastes like chips, only isn’t terrible for you.

And speaking of delicious snacks, but of the unhealthy variety…

My good pal Cely (who is one of my most favourite bloggers) recently shipped me from Texas a box filled with the most beautiful item I could have ever imagined…


Peanut frickin’ Butter Cup Oreo’s!!! Ridiculous! She sent me two boxes, that thoughtful girl, so we brought one up to the cottage with us and it was just devoured. Everyone was a fan. The other box I will be savouring for as long as I can… Why are all the good trashy snacks only available in the US? Thank you Cely!!! You made our weekend!

What else… The board games at the cottage are my favourite. So modern.


Evan and I played a lot of Rummy…


This hammock is still the best hammock of all time:


And on Sunday, we celebrated Carson’s 5th birthday.


All in all, a great weekend.


Check check check check check (well except for the catch a fish part…and I guess the boating unless you count that yellow raft). Lake rules are my favourite rules.