muskoka rustique 1

have to do this up in installments because i am too busy mourning the loss of the weekend and require 5 solid minutes to stare longingly at each picture taken (all 500 of them) and possibly compose a sonnet for each one. the set is here and will be added to.

i am SUPER into this game. it took a lot of explanation from sass i had no idea what i was doing for the first round, she basically played for me and i beat her. the next day we played twice and i beat her both times. ALL BY MYSELF. i am going to try and find this game at toys ‘r us.

pre-teen picture puzzle! we did not tackle this guy. i think it’s called pre-teen picture puzzle (featured at a cottage) cos pre-teenagehood is the only time you can drag the kids up before they are moody pieces of ungrateful shit, only once the teenage years are over do those guys GET IT.

we brought our own cook.

DEAR IT’S 50 O’CLOCK! ha DEER i just noticed that.

i made an investigation video of what’s behind the newspaper from 1970, you will have to wait and see. dave in all his life never peeked behind there, that’s a job for nosy city folk.

stefani/harajuku practice. sass has to learn to be silent. derno if it’s gonna happen.

could i look less like gwen here?

i was really into how into his dog this guy is, i hope he got a good paycheck out of this shoot cos i’m sold. even that dog brought his A-game.

creepy checkers, pass.

i seriously think this is a body pillow.

swooooon.

this game was only a teeny bit racist, not a lot, only a little, and just the right amount.

pink sparkly, makes sense.

we were a little cold waiting for dave to get back to start a man fire, didn’t want to go ahead and do it ourselves in case the flue was closed.

man fire! i was into making fires later on, paper fires!

one of my many talents is pretending to play the guitar for photographs, i’m pretty decent at it.

oh wiley you bring out the blue in my eyes.

sass’ crap letters, thanks for the vowel lesson.

my crap letters, “NOWQNF_ lets turn this into a drinking game.” raymi said, and so it was. 1 drink for every tile your opponent puts down.

tons of layers.

poison? oh man wait til you see the pics of fil in my wig.

super flattering kitchen lighting.

guess what, it is possible to be sentimental over kitchen chair cushions, recognize this mom/dad?

hahaha so international, do they mean slutty russian? and if it’s flame retardant why does it reek of gasoline?

ok stay tuned ya hosers.