Le Cottage

Another mini-break come and gone. Wicked awesome.

Arrived at the cottage on Friday afternoon with Big Fingers (henceforth to be called "the Dark Horse"), only to find BSB up to his McNeckersons in exploding frozen water pipes. Aces. Err... Wondering if at this point it would be rude to excuse oneself and head to the nearest hotel for a warm bed and an excess of flushing toilets?

*collective nodding of heads*

Right. Well we didn't. Turns out BSB has mad plumbing skills as well as cougar skills, and after talking to me about outflows and valves (???) he set up some mini heaters and got the pipes a-cookin. We cracked a couple of beer and warmed ourselves by the raging fire (had to make it big... Needed the heat to bring the house temperature up from -20).

But there's nothing a pair of snow pants, pushing FS into the snow, and BSB's dancing won't fix. The cottage did warm up, and combine that with too many Red Stripes; winter pommel horse; jenga; Parliament (the band, not the Canadian Federal Headquarters); a really bad puzzle; dirty Scategories; Hudson's Bay blankets; s'mores; Fingers' bathroom spreadsheet; Punk fighting off the hibernating bears (yes, yes, and 4 deer *rolls eyes*) to get to us; krazy karpeting; Big Booty Hos; and breakfast mimosas; and you have one rockin' party.








Thanks for the GTs, you two! Now, on to the next weekend.

Sooo... *twiddles thumbs* What's the plan?!