Tonight was one of those perfectly organic evenings. We didn`t have to try hard for a plan, or argue about dinner. It all just happened so seamlessly.

Hilarity has a way of finding us, I find. Maybe its our personality types. Maybe its one cosmic joke. But as we sat eating dinner on the wharf, realizing that I just ate bird urine and cody`s been shit on, there's nothing you can do but laugh until you
think you`ve lost your mind.

And when you`ve finally settled down and a young American man walks by, glaring, with a shirt that says `Got Glock?' and THEN on the back it says 'Get your own, this one is mine!' You have no hope of controlling yourself. Letting us into a public area is always a mistake

Cody finger shot at him. Glock didn't think it was funny.

Dinner and a show was followed by a drive through Oak Bay and into the Uplands. Its probably our favorite after dinner activity. We drive for about an hour, listening to the CBC and slowing down when we go past our favorite houses. One day we are going to have the most incredible house made up of all the houses we've loved and lost.

From there we went to Winners. Not only did we go to Winners, We dominated it in every single sense of the word. We have a remarkable sense for finding that most useless, fascinating bullshit and bringing it home with us. Anyone need a lime green juicer?

The cherry on the cake today was going to the movies. We went to see 'Dinner for Schmucks'. I was skeptical, I'll admit. We had a laugh getting popcorn and all that, always so funny. Then the movie started and I'll admit I felt terribly awkward for the actors, I'm that kind of person. But then it got rolling and to be honest, I was laughing the hardest ever. It was pretty funny.

Top it off with a quick makeout in the car and doing the dishes and you've got yourselves the best date night ever.

Now I'm sitting in bed looking slovenly while Cody hangs. We have such a funny neat existance in this home of ours. Love it to pieces. Its like living in a brick oven. We're like little loaves of bread, waiting to rise.

Ya dig?

Tonight was one of those perfectly organic evenings. We didn`t have to try hard for a plan, or argue about dinner. It all just happened so seamlessly.

Hilarity has a way of finding us, I find. Maybe its our personality types. Maybe its one cosmic joke. But as we sat eating dinner on the wharf, realizing that I just ate bird urine and cody`s been shit on, there's nothing you can do but laugh until you
think you`ve lost your mind.

And when you`ve finally settled down and a young American man walks by, glaring, with a shirt that says `Got Glock?' and THEN on the back it says 'Get your own, this one is mine!' You have no hope of controlling yourself. Letting us into a public area is always a mistake

Cody finger shot at him. Glock didn't think it was funny.

Dinner and a show was followed by a drive through Oak Bay and into the Uplands. Its probably our favorite after dinner activity. We drive for about an hour, listening to the CBC and slowing down when we go past our favorite houses. One day we are going to have the most incredible house made up of all the houses we've loved and lost.

From there we went to Winners. Not only did we go to Winners, We dominated it in every single sense of the word. We have a remarkable sense for finding that most useless, fascinating bullshit and bringing it home with us. Anyone need a lime green juicer?

The cherry on the cake today was going to the movies. We went to see 'Dinner for Schmucks'. I was skeptical, I'll admit. We had a laugh getting popcorn and all that, always so funny. Then the movie started and I'll admit I felt terribly awkward for the actors, I'm that kind of person. But then it got rolling and to be honest, I was laughing the hardest ever. It was pretty funny.

Top it off with a quick makeout in the car and doing the dishes and you've got yourselves the best date night ever.

Now I'm sitting in bed looking slovenly while Cody hangs. We have such a funny neat existance in this home of ours. Love it to pieces. Its like living in a brick oven. We're like little loaves of bread, waiting to rise.

Ya dig?