One Of The Best Birthdays

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MITCH!!

I'll summarize the events of our weekend a bit because the long version is just a bit too overwhelming.

Saturday morning at 2 ish I prepared for a long night of catching up with Mitch once he got in from the bus, then catch a few winks. Well to shorten a long story, this cousin of mine had to run down the hill to our house in cold Alberta winter temperatures with a snowboard on his back. I awoke at 7ish and found a relatively Mitch-esque lump on the recliner across the living room. Reawakening around 8:30 or so, I decided it was time to find out if this lump was alive. All I needed to do was wave my hand infront of his face when he was semi-conscious and there we go, Magic! It moved!

For the next hour and a half we sat and chilled out. That was so awesome, getting back into the swing of things with each other. Unfortunately we couldn't go boarding like we had planned, but the day ended up being relaxed, a very quintessential Mitch-Judi mood.

That was followed by the birthday cookie(double chocolate chip) and birthday gift giving. 5 rolls of duct tape: 1 blue, 1 red, 1 white, 1 black, and 1 silver/reg. color. He was so enthralled at the sight of them...Ahh Mitch. Can't wait to see what you got me.

We were then headed up to the bus station to begin our city adventures substantially earlier than we planned, since the boarding was a no-go. At the bus station, a lady spontaneously revealed most of her life story to us while we waited for the bus to come. I have to say that Days of Our Lives would pay good money to use this woman's story...:

She vented until the bus came and we were able to pick our chins up off the floor enough to respond with semi-human phrases. Now THAT wasn't too bad, atleast compared to what happened when we reached Clyde. She tapped me on the arm (I was sitting on the outside) and asked to talk to Mitch for a sec. He leans over across me enough to see her, and she hands him two small, throwing knives, handles first. She asks him if he wants to buy them from her, two for 5 bucks. After a balance test and a brief inspection, he hands her the money...

Now we didn't think about this very much at all at the time....but I realized later that a) We should have been somewhat scared, but we WEREN'T.....and b) however greasy it was to buy knives off of some lady on the Greyhound, it was probably best to get the knives away from her. After the deal was final, Crazy Lady mentioned the knives were her husband's(a total douchebag from what she told us). Even better. Luckily that's all we had to hear from her.

I'm going to leave this post for now, and do a sequel tomorrow or later on in the week, because everything else seems less interesting after the knives...

JUDI