9
Nov
2009
Lessons of the weekend…
1) My brother really does love me.
The other week I wrote about how I was on my deathbed and brother wouldn’t bring me any soup… I’m pretty sure my tweet went something like this “I can feel the love – Me: will you bring me soup? Brother: nope Me: I would bring you soup if you were sick Brother: I know you would” and then there were probably some choice words that came out of my mouth.
Anyway, on Saturday we were prepping for a Two Girls, One Cork dinner (which you can go read about on that other blog) and we had to take our large roast over to brother’s to make use of his knife collection. On our way I called and brother requested that we bring him breakfast- it was at this point that I laughed at him and reminded him how he left me on my deathbed with no soup and told him to make his own breakfast.
Needless to say I still brought him breakfast. And when I brought it there he pulled out two frozen batches of homemade chicken soup and told me to go put them in my freezer for the next time I was sick so that he didn’t have to come over. Want to hear the best part of the whole story? He made the soup the day I called and asked for some.. he was just too lazy to bring it over! Haha oh well, I now have two batches of soup in my freezer given to me with love (I think)…
2) Not all Ikea breakfasts cost $0.99
Yeah. The title pretty much sums that one up. Greg and I headed to Ikea Saturday morning to hang out with all the other cool people that eat breakfast there on the weekend. The only difference is that we were the only two people in the store that spent $12 for two people to eat breakfast.
Note to self: the buffet table that attempts to be fancy is NOT the cheap meal… and does not taste better than the cheap meal. So we both ended up with two plates full of food going through the cashier looking like a bunch of heffers. oops.
3) If it looks like a ‘Movember ‘stache, but you’re in Surrey, it’s probably not a Movember ‘stache
Yeah I don’t have much to add to this one… but on Friday we were hanging out in Surrey and there were many classy classy men sporting ‘staches… after a while we came to the conclusion that was just the style… and for some reason i got really excited that in Vancouver Movember only lasts for a month and not the entire year…
