Well… actually… not really.
More likely a vast amount of man sweat.
That didn’t sound right.
I’ve been a wee busy little beaver this week, cleaning my plate of that tender morsel called “work”, hence that vast silence on the Space Monkey Pants front.
For the record:
No. I didn’t eat the spiders.
At least, not in vast quantities.
I can’t swear that a few didn’t make it down my shrieking maw as I cannonballed into the sea of madness that was cleaning them out of the freaking sun porch. Stupid buggers.
As for the man sweat, I’m heading off on a four-day weekend to Montreal tomorrow for an Ultimate tournament, accompanied by fan-favourite blogger Mike! Go! Click the link! He’s got a picture of me! Yay! Go me!
Two-day tournament. All guys. Loads of physical over-exertion. In Montreal. In summer.
Add it up and what do you get?
So. Much. Man sweat.
So, I bid you a very fond adieu and wish you all the very best Canada Day weekend ever!
Celebrate our country! Eat a beaver for me!
Wait. That really didn’t sound right…