While the sun was shining everyone at the beach, Buddy-who's-his-face was working on this painting. Three days worth of work for a bed on each of those nights. Was it worth it? For him, probably not. For us, absolutely.
Decisions, decisions. Glasgow, Tel Aviv, Forbes, all very enticing. And Warracul!, I wonder if Anooshki still has my tube socks?! To decide I made Annie close her eyes and spin around five and a third times. Whichever directions her left pinky toe was pointing towards was where we would head. So we're in Vancouver.
Those are some nice gams.
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