Between cottaging and touring Niagara Wine country, getting a new job and vet bills, I’ve had a pretty full second half of summer. And people keep waxing poetic about the end of summer, but it’s still hot, dammit, and I’m going back to school. So for me summer will end very scientifically and without pomp or circumstance on the 23rd of September, and that is that. Besides, summer fun is a state of mine, so I’m just going to carry that right along into fall.
My Henry had a lumpectomy this morning. He is currently lying on the floor beside me trying to rip off his bandages, which I paid $15 for, I’ll have you know. Then he’s probably going to rip out his stitches, which cost even more; then I surmise he’ll just eat his own paw off so that I may buy him a prosthetic one. So far this month I have spent more on him than on my rent. It’s the 2nd. If this pupperoni of mine gets into any more trouble, we’re going to have to send him to the pound, or we will sell his cuddles on the street corner to stressed out office workers. I think it could work, he is an excellent cuddler.
We had a lovely weekend away in Niagara, which, if you know Ontario, just isn’t that far from Toronto, but it was still a weekend away nonetheless. We had the most amazing three course lunch, stopped at so many wineries I lost count, bought many bottles of wine and got driven around in our very own private car, swank. By the time we got to lunch, we had had a few tastings, and a very delicious icewine martini…Vice.
Since I had had a ‘few’ drinks, I oohed and ahhed at each dish, talked about how I would take a photo, mmmed and yummed over how delicious the food was, and remembered somewhere near the end to actually take photo, right before I ate the last slice of beet, or whatever morsel was left. But I think that’s a testament to how great the whole experience was. Both the food and the wine were amazing, really really amazing. For the first time I understood what people meant when they said “the wine has nice legs.” I feel so cultured.
Now, I know I am leading every to believe that all I do is drink wine, but that is just not the case. In fact just a few weeks ago, I took up rollerskating. My lovely husband bought me very own super awesome, super cool roller skates. The only thing that could make them cooler is if I were actually a proficient roller skater. Which, sadly, I am not. But I’m working on it.
I also recently got myself a sassy new haircut to go with my sassy new marketing analytics job. “Marketing analytics doesn’t sound so sassy, Mal” You say. Trust me, everything I do is sassy, even math. Especially math.
So now that we’re all caught up, I’m feeling a bit less like I’ve failed as a blogger. Maybe next time I’ll tell you about my garage sale-ing adventures. They will be called “HOLY CRAP PEOPLE ARE CHEAP! – Short stories based on my garage sale.” or something like that.