Well... every year we drive up to Toot's place....
Her house in itself is a sanctuary that could be featured in some artsy magazine that goggles over vintage grandma-y houses.
Here we are safe.
That is, until the party starts...
Do wee ones perhaps need some stability, some structure? Some structure to climb? We understand that they like water and back rubs that are actually kind of ticklish, and undivided attention. We understand this, and lets just hope we're up for it.
And even if we're not, well, they're not going away...
In all, hamburgers and an actual lawn that you can run through without tiptoeing or checking where your feet are constantly is heavenly.
And then there's that moment at 9:30 pm when you're out of milk... oops, better run down to the Shop 'n Save. The Shop n' Save with big red letters that illuminate the parking lot in a dull red. The Shop n' Save that, from the inside, looks like it hasn't changed since the 1980's, and the clerks haven't either. Except for that one college student who's overly tattooed... Quaint and slightly unsettling music plays in the background.
Ah yes, the drive home.
This tart was only entertainment for a few minutes. The rest were filled with nausea, boredom, and the occasional anxiety moment where you feel like you have to get out of the car or else.
And we eventually end here, at our neighborhood pool which has finally opened. Cold, but with 90 degree weather (it's May and spring has already passed) that won't stop us.