It’s too soon to say for sure, but I think I may have escaped the weekend in Victoria utterly free from emotional trauma. Score!

We got home last night and spent a leisurely evening doing absolutely nothing. Unsure of how long we were to be at my mother’s beck and call, we had taken today off as well – and after sleeping in until 11am (and waking up with a 22lb cat lying across my face as though I were the most comfortable of pillows), there is an entire Monday of freedom ahead. Naturally, the day won’t be exciting – I’m planning on doing the errands I couldn’t do this past weekend, and then getting some groceries – but I will enjoy it because a day off is a wonderful thing. I wouldn’t even put pants on, if I didn’t think I’d get kicked out of Safeway otherwise.

Hey, you should buy some Smuttons. All proceeds go towards my having ridiculous adventures, the aftermaths of which I will inevitably post here.

I am excited about buying bread later today, so clearly I NEED to have some ridiculous adventures and SOON before I turn into my worst nightmare.

i love you hipstamatic