For my birthday weekend (I am told that I am still allowed to call it a birthday weekend until I'm thirty) Brian and I went for a one-night camp-out on Ceder Island. We had originally planned to include more people but after some poor-planning and bad timing it ended up just being the two of us. And look, we didn't end up killing each other!
Brian was in charge of cooking because we all know how I feel about it: lazy. He did knock one of our sausages into the pit though.
The s'moreo should be outlawed. It's too good for the likes of us.
Brian has more patience when it comes to marshmallow toasting than I. I could never get it right. What I can do right is stuff food in my face.
Another exciting thing that happened to me is that I finally got my G2! That means I can drive by myself and it's LEGAL. Now all we need is to by another car. Our third car in eight years. First we want to save up for our trip to Scotland in November. I'm so afraid of saying it too much that it won't happen, it's kind of my curse.
The summer has been lovely too us, though I wish Brian could have a bit more time off. Tourism is a relentless beast and it has it's own flow it seems. But you should always make time for yourself to do one thing that will make you happy. That one thing for me is to have a nap with all the fans blasting on me.