Over the weekend, the fam and I did an experiment. We tried a road-trip to Inverness without the added interestingness of staying overnight somewhere. Our experiment garnered varying results. You knew that, right? Stick with me. It takes about two and a half hours to get to the thriving metropolis of Inverness from here. I put my morning coffee in my giant turquoise Starbucks travel mug and we piled in the car. Now. I have always encouraged Isla to be…
The only shopping I like is book shopping. I buy myself new clothes about once every 3 years, I don’t follow trends, and malls are not my happy place. Unless we’re talking books, coffee, or movies. And today I want to talk about clothes. After we booked THE TRIP, I got excited for a bunch of reasons. One was the chance to shop in stores that carried clothes in my size that I would actually wear. But then I realised…
This was going to be yesterday’s post, but all the fresh air from the weekend left me too tired to crank up the computer last night. Anyway. September’s book group selection was Pontypool Changes Everything. Since the Afterword basically states the movie is better, and people really shouldn’t have read the book, few of us did. When we got together on Friday night to watch Pontypool, the warm-up act was this, from Even Stevens: Don’t ask me why. I’m still…
We went back to Glasgow last weekend to help Dad and Anne decorate their tree and see some friends. The younger-than-us people sitting across from us on the train thought we were Mormon, because of Sarge’s beard. We figured they meant Amish, but further figured they were too drunk to compare and contrast. We arrived in Glasgow laughing and cold, with some doughnuts to test on my people. The second batch looked more like doughnuts. So much more that Sarge…
