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Written by SLC
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Tuesday, 28 July 2009 16:38 |
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On the morning of day three of our delightful seven day cottage adventure, Beloved suddenly looked at me and, panic stricken, exclaimed "Oh. My. God. We forgot to put the garbage in the garage". Yikes. Bleary eyed and groggy though I was, I had no trouble at all imagining the bouquet awaiting us upon our return to our humble, not to mention locked up tight and airless, abode. Naturally, I did what any sane man would do under similar circumstances. I mixed myself a fresh ceasar and promptly forgot all about it.
Until our return yesterday afternoon that is. Let this be a lesson to you, children. If you're going to leave a full garbage can in your hermetically sealed house and then take off for a week, please ensure the last thing you tossed into said garbage can wasn't the remnants of the steak dinner you enjoyed the night before leaving.
My point? Coming home after a week totally unplugged from the world, I'm not sure which smelled worse. Rancid t-bone, or the fact that Dany Heatley remains an Ottawa Senator.
Welcome back, sportsfans. I'll be back around in a few hours or so. We can sit around, swap scary campfire stories and discuss why Bill Watters needs to be fed into a wood chipper for the betterment of humanity.
It's good to be home.
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Last Updated on Wednesday, 29 July 2009 00:10 |
The blogging world was much less cynical and much less articulate while you were off becoming a man.
Let the offseason continue!