So I may be a bit hung over today. Correction, I’m definitely hung over today. I went to the Roller’s Anniversary party last night and well, there was free booze. There was free drinks from 6-9. I only got there at 8 but it worked none the less & by midnight I was happy when Bruce looked at me and said he was ready to go. If I had stayed any longer, I’m sure I would have gotten into trouble. I had already wrapped my legs around my friend’s waist and been spanked 3x…. time to go.
Unfortunately for Bruce, he works at 6am. When he found out it was free alcohol, he pondered calling his boss but no, he punched thru & got up this morning, cabbed to his truck, drove back to north van, got ready & then drove to work… atta boy.
I slept in.
When I leisurely woke up. I woke to the sound of pigeons on my balcony. These little f’ers like to perch on my balcony and coo in the morning. Now, I hate birds (really do.. hate them. Think they should all be deep fried & served with some ranch dressing) Needless to say, you can imagine how I feel about fowl I consider to be the rats of the sky. This happens frequently and I usually have to pull myself out of my bed and scare them away. Doesn’t take much however as they are stupid. It’s just a bit annoying *WARNING.. LEARNING TOO MUCH IN 2 SECONDS** as in this heat, I’m sleeping naked. So when I get out of bed I have to strategically scare them off my balcony. I give a wave to the naked man across the way & go back to bed.
What this has to do with the next part…. I don’t know but I just wanted to say I hate birds.
My brother just got back from spending 2 weeks in cottage country. The whole lot of them went. Him, his wife & their 3 kids. His bro in law, that wife & their 2 kids and grandpa. TEN… ten of them trekked out to Ontario to spend some quality family time on the lake. Except the weather unseasonally sucked. It rained at least once a day. So they got to get to know their cabin quite well. The kids slept out in the bunk house but the adults stayed in the main cottage. When I asked my sis in law how it was, she said ‘weird.’
She thinks everything is weird so I took this with a grain of salt and asked her to clarify. She informed me that unlike most places you rent, these people had their personal effects strewn about and carried on about how there were tons of family pictures on the wall. I still couldn’t agree with her that the place was weird until she further informed me about the shelves….
There was one shelf dedicated to….. ready for this? ….. bones.
Yes, bones. Human bones. There were skulls & she thinks a femur and I don’t know what else but if that was me, I would have re-packed the car & high tailed it out of there. Cottage Country is like showing up in the middle of a slasher movie. You turn off the highway into a thick brush of a road, turn at the knotted tree, take a left at the bush & you pop out on the lake. You don’t have internet, you don’t have phones… you don’t even have a TV and now you’re telling me you do have BONES??? yea, buh-bye.
Then she told me the really weird part (that wasn’t enough???) was that there was a bottle, like the kind you use for building ships, filled with liquid and a snake. They had a preserved snake in a jar!!! Next to it you ask? Yes, well, next to it was another jar filled with liquid except this time, this time it held an amoeba type creature.
So much for feeling at home.
Maybe the pigeons put it there.