...Nickelback?!
After the sudden early Sunday change in the Lotuslandian weather officially ended the 'Roof-Leak-Watch', the Whack-A-Doodle and I figured we would skip the first half and, most importantly, the halftime show by heading out to the beach for awhile.
We ran, chased sticks, rolled in gunk and played a bunch of songs of our own, including our 'Bloody Mother F*ckin' A*shole/Astral Weeks/Nebraska' b/w Ingrid Bergman medley-fest.
Only trouble was, it got dark too soon.
And now we're home, and Canada's worse export ever* is just about to take the stage.
Sheesh.
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*Number 2 is, of course, antithetical axis of evil boweevilness himself, David Frum.
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