So the friday we had a great night out (10:30 or so, hey we've got kids) at Anne and Chris' and had the chance to see some old high school friends (not that they are old, but the length of time since high school in relation to the time since we've last seen them…. if that makes sense.) Anyway we had a great time and the kids feel right to sleep on the car ride home and we totally dodged the get everyone to bed ritual. So no need to ritually slaughter a goat like the good folks over at Playstation.
Saturday was your usual tree stump removal kind of day. And thankfully no one hit the gas line that runs through the back yard.
Of course the little man perked up with the mention a visit to the grandparents (for an early mother's day) with the guarantee that we would be stopping by McDonalds for dinner.
Since Donna and I were almost killed by McDonalds last week, we visited the Brossard location on the corner of scenic Rome Boulevard and Taschereau or as I like to call it ye o'134. Not really, but if I dressed in medieval or if fancy took me, perchance a Victorian garb that's what I would call it. Forsooth!
Sunday we had one of Jim's bbq dinners (and greatly anticipated I might add, summer is here officially). I can always count on the in-laws for severing up a great serf and turf dinner. Of course I always get made fun of for not wanting to eat the lobster with the face attached. You wouldn't eat a hamburger with a cow head sticking out the side of the bun, would you? No, that's just stupid. But if it was red and wore it's skeleton on the outside then by all means stick that red skeleton covered hefer right in that bun between some pickles and onions.
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