I like to imagine this cat singing operatically out the window. Meeeeeeeeeowow ow oww owwwwwwwwwwww!
I’m sitting here devastating the rum & raisin chocolate bar beside me to the soundtrack of 2 lawnmowers, a weed whacker and a chainsaw outside. I’m imagining the most epic, allergy fueled battle ever. I can hear CB in the garage blasting the CBC Radio like a gangsta and working on his motorcycle. He passed his test yesterday and we were going to celebrate by our first ride out in the wee hours of the morning but due to some mechanical difficulties he has instead been spending his morning fastidiously sand papering his spark plug, with bursts of anger whenever he somehow electrocutes himself. At least the motorcycle’s battery is working great! I’m arguing with my sister about how proteins are not the building blocks of muscles like Lego because your muscles aren’t plastic rectangles.
This was kind of a useless blog, I am just bored and dont know what to do with myself. Maybe I’ll go cook something, and take pictures.. peace out, homes.