Wednesday, October 13

I wonder if there is any particular reason why I seem to bite my cheek on a daily basis. Seriously, is my jaw screwed or what? Is it a stress thing? I'm not doing E or any other drugs of that nature...confusing.



We may go for our last camping hurrah this weekend. Yes, it will be cold at night. We're talking 2°C/35°F sort of cold, but that's what fires and massive heaps of sleeping bags and blankets are for. I bet some wine would help too. Other than the cold temps, it should be lovely, nice temps are expected during the day and I think the fall colours should still be busting out some spectacular. Campground should be pretty empty too.

They call me Heat Miser,
What ever I touch
Starts to melt in my clutch
He's too much!
Thank you!
I never want to know a day
That's under sixty degrees
I'd rather have it eighty,
Ninety, one hundred degrees!



I'm going to say it again, summer I will miss you. Wish you were here.

2 dirty hippies blowing your mind:

liz said...

funny, I was biting my cheek as I was reading that! OMG, is that a flowered tent?! want! need! oof!

Gage1 said...

I KNOW! I'm a bit obsessed with those tents...I sort of wish I had never seen them...now I can't stop thinking about having one!