I went to go look for the elusive orchid look-alike on the hill I previously mentionned. Wasn't there. Did someone dare mow the lawn? Ack!! My life as a botanical genius is destroyed! DAMN YOU JOHN DEER!!! DAMN YOU!!!!
Ahem, well, I'll probably find it again this week. Hopefully I can behead whoever's responsible for this, or at least let them burn in a greasefire. With rabid beavers. And bees. Lots and lots of bees with extra big stingers.
I was taking a walk in my grandparents' neighborhood, trying to make the gargantuan amount of food that I ate (Canadian Thanksgiving :) ) go down when the most beautiful scenery revealed itself. I have a thing for the VW Westfalia, i.e. the "Hippy Van". There she stretched, like a cat, and here I came, like a skulking badger (I imagine badgers skulk a lot, what with the black and white stripes). I approached the feline piece of machinery, and came close enough to touch it. Did I? No! I barely knew it! So I looked...and I looked...and I kept looking until I felt like I was a teenager with a Las Vegas stripper. Wholely absorbed, I did not notice that the owner approached me with a smile. I quickly looked in his direction, not interested in the least in this grotesque human being, with non paint finish and no windshield wipers. Then he proclaimed: "Do you like my car?". After considering I decided not to kick him in the teeth, but to simply answer: "Yes, yes I do. Is it for sale?". He looked at me, sizing me up with his human eyes like I'd be some sort of canvas bag with a dollar sign on it, and produced: "No, but I'll let you wash it!". Of course you will, you big oaf. I mean sir. Lord. King. Westfalia...
Let it be known that I am happy. Until I can either buy it off him, or take it using ways that are not a legal.
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