Back in the 415 fully appreciating broadband. Chelsea’s dad had this crazy dial-up system where you had to keep the phone off the hook and tape over the mouthpiece or any sound you made would interrupt the connection. Especially chairs squeaking.
It was a long, rainy drive home from the airport and when we walked through the door we were greeted by the funky pong of a week’s worth of cat litter. Seems the box they never use was used a lot in the past six days.
The woman in front of us on the plane had a small dog on her lap that would yelp every so often. The woman also arranged a debate with her children on the pros and cons of crash landing on land or sea.
I’m currently wondering why our bread only went moldy on the inside of the loaf.
The minor illness I had in Calgary all week has completely cleared up. Though my ears have not fully popped.