Are you sure you want to know all of this?

Alright, I'm posting again. I try to think of things to post, but I just can't. I've been sick for the past 2 days (thanks, Maley). I didn't think that you would enjoy hearing about my different stages of mucus, but maybe I was wrong. So, today, I have clearer breathing passages, but still a little sniffly. My head doesn't feel too cloggy but my ears are still plugged. Scott said I must be feeling a little less stuffy - I stopped breathing through my mouth at some point during the night. (I guess I must have been snoring :P

So glad you asked, aren't you?!?

I think that my posts are really boring with no pictures. I'm tired of my camera - it eats batteries like I eat chocolate.

Scott and I got to go on a double date Saturday night. It is so much fun to go out with another couple and just laugh. We told them our "moving to Toronto" story - our "moving to Ottawa" story - me "following the wrong person" story. Oh, that's a good one to tell here - it's like 9 years old, but I get a charge out of it everytime.

OK - I'm just 22 years old, in a foreign land (Canada) where there are natives (Torontonians). My new husband of just 3 months has been transferred to the capital of this foreign land (Ottawa) and we have secured a new place to live. In the first weekend of October we are set to pack up and move. We packed early Saturday morning and had the U-Haul packed and our reliable family car - the burgundy Corsica. I had my cat, Belle, drugged and in an unbelievably small cage sitting in the front seat of the car with me driving. (Being the reasonable person that I am, I have the cage strapped into the seatbelt - just in case.) So, we head off Scott in the U-Haul and me behind him. We are driving on the 401 heading to paradise (we had a HUGE townhouse, compared to our upstairs attic apartment in Toronto and we actually knew people in Ottawa - Kevin & Carol Shaw and Kirk and Joanne Shaw - they were great to us!) So, anyway, Belle and I are following Scott down the Queensway and we’re about ½ way through the trip and I think that our exit is coming up (I’ve only been from Toronto to Ottawa once and Scott was driving, and if you know me, you know I don’t stay awake in the car for very long on trips.) So, I see the exit sign but the Budget truck ahead of me doesn’t put his blinker on to exit. Weird, I think, but Scott knows the way better than me so Belle and I just keep on trucking. Then, I catch my mistake (I'm sure you've already seen it coming?!?!) I have been following a BUDGET truck instead of our U-HAUL truck. And this was way before everyone has cell phones. So, Belle and I have a little discussion – me in tears and she’s like drugged and all. I can’t believe how stupid! The trucks aren’t even the same color!!! But, I trusted my instincts and turned around and took the exit that I thought the BUDGET truck should’ve taken. I was freaking out for the rest of the way, because nothing looked familiar because I must’ve been asleep the last time! Remarkable as it may seem, I got us there safely and Scott, Kevin and Kirk were already unloading the U-HAUL and my new husband didn’t seem even a little bit concerned as to where his new bride might’ve been all that time. Yeah, he noticed I wasn’t behind him anymore, but thought maybe I had to go to the bathroom. 9 years later and we're still together - guess we worked that out! Anyway – I didn’t have to unpack as much.

OK - that was really long. And now I hope that you have had a good laugh. Stay tuned for another exciting episode. (I get really weird on cold medicine)