And this being Eastern Townships, we drew back the curtains and sang merrily while bluebirds twittered on our windowsills and red-breasted robins puffed out their chests with pride while landing gently on our fingertips.
All four of us pretty much rolled from bed right into the hot tub. Bobbed around for about an hour...with me praying all the while that Adder's habit of pinching a loaf in the tub would not manifest itself - particularly while the high-powered massaging jets are on.
Come on...how many posts did you THINK it would take before I mentioned bodily functions?
p.s. My girl held up and waited until she was out. Eastern Townships truly are made for miracles.
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It was complicated to leave this comment.
But given that my sticky friend is not at work...this will be a nice back-up.
Congratulations on this.
And preventing a hot tub poop. I can think of little worse.
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