We are coming to a close to our summer vacation. As of right now the visit to this island may be extended by hours or days - not sure. Our ferry caught fire a few nights ago so the ferry service has been delayed. They have put extra boats on and have scheduled extra crossings to get the backlog cleared up. I have been calling for updates as to our schedule. So far nothing so in 10 minutes time I shall wake the troups (at 3am) and head out for a 2 1/2 hour drive to the boat. It really does not matter because I am more than willing to stay here and eat home made bread. This island is crazy. Everyone sells home made bread. We have been eating so much of it that I think I have gained 10 pounds. My husband sure has. The girls have been eating it for breakfast, lunch, snacks (many of them). IT IS SO GOOD and some times you luck in to walking into the the store and it is fresh out of the oven. Sure who could resist a full loaf of bread at 4 in the afternoon. Talk about ruining your supper. Oh who cares, we will eat our supper at 9 pm instead.YES WE DID. No wonder we are rolling home. Sure who needs a boat when we have both grown personal floation devices on the front of our bodies.
Yesterday all the kids (6 of them) and our husbands took the girls fishing of a wharf for cod fish. D and myself decided to stay home and just do some laundry and drink tea. As soon as the van pulled out of the driveway we rushed to the washrooms and hauled out the hairspray and makeup. Of to town we went. Ok so the town only consist of 20,000 people but you take what you can get. Actually they have all major stores (Walmart). We hop into the car and the radio is really loud. Instead of turning it down we put down the windows down and let SUMMERTIME by Kid Rock scream out our windows. We bob our heads like 2 teenagers. Everyone is looking at us like we are cool (sure). Why do we grow up. We were once cool people who listened to loud music in our cars, screamed when we drove by cute guys and even better if a car of cute boys went by us we would scream. When did that start to grow up. Summertime sure is good
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