What? Sunday already?
Has it been two whole days since we arrived at the cottage? Two? Already? My goodness, where has the time gone? Well, it's gone through mowing the lawn, sleeping, writing, and thinking about you.
Man, the fireworks here the other night! Newbie crawled under his fave chair and didn't emerge for hours. Scaredy cat! Pussy. Wimp.
I can't believe that we have to return to the city tomorrow. Why do long weekends go by faster than regular ones, anyway? Hardly fair.
See you tomorrow, my lovelies.