An afternoon of napping and lounging with Mr Big Paws.
I always feel like somebody’s watching me…
…eggs and bakey. Good morning, chuckleman.
Oh Charlie. You crack me up when you lie down like that.
That’s my little peanut, folks.
There’s a sort of pride and satisfaction that comes when you treat yourself, or rather your wheels, to a professional hand wash and wax. I mean, just look how shiny my car is! It absolutely gleams.
A slew of sunny days finally arrived in Vancouver, so I took my VW golf for some pampering. They did a pretty stellar job.
I wonder how long it’ll take until a bird poops on it.
I had so much fun at Vancouver Aquarium’s last after hours event, that I just had to go again. But this time, it was a girls night out, since Sean was working. And this time, there were new African penguins to see!
I’ve always had a thing for those red British telephone booths. When I first travelled to the UK in 2007, I even wondered if there was any way I could send one home with me.
And what do you know, just this past April, BT was putting up 60 of these emblematic phone booths up for sale. But at the cost of $3100 plus shipping (think of the weight!), the cast iron kiosk remains a far-off dream for me.
