The trek back to Winnipeg, round 2. Roll outta Ironwood and into Winnipeg around 9pm. I hate the US border...it scares me EVERYTIME. Once I got in trouble for sneaking fire crackers over....it hasn't been the same ever since. ANYWAY.... Phil wants to go out. SO...he skates the mini and we casually drink vodka/crans on the futon. Well...at least I drank casually. PHIL IS A binger. and maybe a ginger. he has that weird colour hair?....
After 4 stiff drinks, a terrible dance sesh at ready mix and an awkward chicken cluck attack at some kid who tried to talk to Anica..... this is what happened to Phil.
Winnipeg is bloody cold! I bet this lasagna puke froze INSTANTLY.
Oh ya, and I was wondering how many people in this world have THIS exact cat. I met Rocky's twin....creepy!
So there are 14 screenagers in my house right now, and I'm hiding out in the basement. Zach stole my comforter, Dave slept in this bed last night, old spice hand soap and severe delayed text messaging. However, sushi and thai in one day, and a visit with Grandmas Sarn....it's a treat. go cats.
ps. Hi Dana...I hope Boyne was fun today!
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