In Which the Author Regales Her Readers with Tales of a Maritime Journey (And One Small Rant)
Just for the record, if I were standing on a mountain counting my money and some guy came along, first produced a pistol, then produced a rapier, and said, "Stand and deliver, for you are a bold deceiver! Musha ring dum-a do dum-a da, whack fol the daddy-o, whack fol the daddy-o, there's whiskey in the jar!".... I really would have no idea what he wanted.
So, in case you didn't believe me on Monday when I said I'd been to Prince Edward Island, well, that would be weird of you, but anyway, I just got the pictures from my Mom, and you'll find you can't argue with this photograph.
Now do you believe me?
(It's my toes in the Gulf of St. Lawrence.)
(Click any of the pictures to enbiggen.)
At the dunes in Greenwich, no dogs were allowed.
Thank goodness, polar bears were. (Presumably. There were no signs indicating otherwise.)
I crossed the walkway over the dunes.
Then I gestured to the right.
Then my Dad and I took off our shoes.
Isn't this the best photo journa…
So, in case you didn't believe me on Monday when I said I'd been to Prince Edward Island, well, that would be weird of you, but anyway, I just got the pictures from my Mom, and you'll find you can't argue with this photograph.
Now do you believe me?
(It's my toes in the Gulf of St. Lawrence.)
(Click any of the pictures to enbiggen.)
At the dunes in Greenwich, no dogs were allowed.
Thank goodness, polar bears were. (Presumably. There were no signs indicating otherwise.)
I crossed the walkway over the dunes.
Then I gestured to the right.
Then my Dad and I took off our shoes.
Isn't this the best photo journa…