I think my husbands been out of town more days in the last week than he’s been home. His cousin died last week and we traveled to Brantford – about an hour and a half outside Toronto to visit with the family.
Unfortunately on our first trip there last weekend our car broke down on the road. We managed to make it to the in-laws but that evening we left our car in Brantford and drove back with Chris’ brother. The way things worked out – Chris went back to Brantford on Monday and couldn’t pick me up to go to the visitations or the funeral because the car wasn’t fixed until Tuesday afternoon.
Now he’s back in Brantford for a big party for his dad. I’d be there too but his father booked non-pet friendly hotel rooms for the whole family (his house would be overflowing with guests if he hadn’t) and that meant that we couldn’t take the dog. So I’m home dog sitting.
Before Chris left this morning he told me something that he’d forgotten. When he was talking to the people at the garage they offered to put one of those fancy Ford grills on our car. Huh … our car was there for an emergency repair in a city that wasn’t our home city. What were they thinking? Not that we don’t like the fancy grills or anything, but no … if we were going to get something like that done we’d do it here in Toronto.
Anyway I’m home this evening and I’m totally bored. When Chris comes home tomorrow afternoon we’ll have to get out and do something. Perhaps we’ll take the dog to the beach. I just hope Chris isn’t too tired to do something interesting … I’m so bored I’m going to have to do something by tomorrow or I’ll go squirrelly.