What a GREAT weekend. We started it off with the drive-in with a lovely couple, and we had a blast eating sugar snap peas, grapes, strawberries, candy, and caramel corn. We talked we laughed and we posed for pictures.
This is me and Stephanie, just before the sunset!
Rob and the lovely couple.
Here's Rob being Rob and Stephanie smiling as she watches cute little girls giggle with their mom.
Saturday we spent selling a motorcycle, hanging out with our niece and Rob's brother, and then doing pretty much nothing all evening. Sunday we slept in (skipped church :S) and went for a walk around Conestogo lake...which was fun but not quite the hike we were looking for.
Sorry about taking so long to do this post! The week gets going and the evenings just fill in so fast! Last night we went to a campfire and the lovely Yantzi farm. SO I am typing this up smelling like stale campfire...mmmmm!
Today I'm supposed to write about my most embarrassing moment. Maybe the reason why I didn't type this up quickly on Monday was because I'm not really sure what my most embarrassing moment is. Not that I have many, many hugely embarrassing moments but because I can't really pick out a moment that stands out for me.
There have been a lot of moments that were embarrassing at the time, but now that I look back they don't seem that embarrassing anymore. I don't have anything recently, but there is a funny story from grade 6 that I can tell y'all.
When I was in grade 6 I was hanging out at my friends house. Her parents had left and we were being 12-year-old girls, giggling, talking and thinking we were a lot more mature than we were. We went outside to hang out in her dad's Jeep to pretend that we could drive and be goofy. After hanging outside for a while, saying hi to her dad when he came home, talking about boys, giggling about boys and talking about what movie we were going to watch that evening at our sleepover, we decided to head inside to listen to music and go pee. As we were walking inside I saw this shadow moving up the stairs from the basement. My heart started beating SO quickly, I screeched and then my body responded in the worst way possible...I peed in my pants.
As soon as I realized that happened I screamed again, threw my hand over my mouth and started running up the stairs to the bathroom, yelling the whole way up the stairs "I can't believe I peed my pants! I can't believe I peed my pants!" I hear her dad laughing from downstairs and my friend is standing there in disbelief.
I couldn't look at her father later that evening and if I did I felt totally mortified over forgetting that he had come home and that he's allowed to walk up the stairs in his own home without being greeted by a 12- year- old girl screaming bloody murder and peeing in her pants. :S
I hope you all have had a wonderful beginning of the week! I hope to write once or twice before we leave for the cottage this weekend. I LOVE the cottage! I'm so super pumped, I love lying in the sun and going canoeing and chatting with wonderful friends and eating delicious food and just hanging out! Hurray for extra long weekends. :) Hope you all have wonderful plans too.
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