Swimming in Lake Ontario at 4pm this afternoon was fun, but skinny dipping in it at 2.30am this morning was SO MUCH BETTER.
Last minute plans are always the best, like deciding to go and see Paul McCartney three hours before the concert starts!
I’m actually old enough to do my job now! Huzzah!
Urgh, my leftovers have stopped tasting like what they are and started tasting like fridge.
There’s nothing quite like getting home at midnight to find a pile of cat puke waiting for you. Good thing the culprit is so cute.