I’d say last night was the dumbest idea I’ve had in a long time, except it wasn’t my idea.
Let me talk about the events leading up to this near-disaster first.
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UK? Because I am.
Once upon a bright and sunny day in 2018, Yann and I found ourselves before the door of a residential building in Arles-sur-Tech, France. I had the key — previously hidden behind the green shutters of the window to the right —in my hand. I had yet to meet the person to whom this lodging belonged. This stranger had hung the black Reynaud-Bray tote I’d abandoned at the Toulouse-Blagnac airport a few days earlier off the doorknob to make it easy for Yann and me to know which place to rob.
Ride boats not goats.
I’ve barely been home since Wednesday, and it’s been mostly for good reasons. Temperatures outside have been comfortable. That’s a rarity for me. I have a tight, acceptable temperature range.
A classic getaway for Victorians is to leave the island for an even smaller one. We have a few options: Salt Spring, Galiano, Mayne, Pender, and Saturna. There are even more options, but those five islands are the most accessible.
White tooth supremacy.
Other possible titles were:
- My bedroom smells Gucci
- The time Laura picked up a 1,500-page book without realizing it
- Spring?
- Billy and the Clonesaurus
Meet Ol’ Chomper:
Ol’ Chomper is my newest flipper, which means I went from being three teeth down to just one. Two of my crowns were installed last Thursday. The third is three months away, as the dentist wants to re-do the middle implant. This means you guys are going to have to deal with more posts about the status of my mouth for the next bit. Ol’ Chomper is a shade whiter than the rest of my teeth, hence the post title.
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