Category Archives: Mr. Spit
This is the man who planned on starting his week long vacation with a steak dinner. He was sitting down with the menu when he got stung by a wasp. This is the man who spent his dinner with his … Continue reading
They were sitting on the Pier in Sydney, BC, when we were there for last year’s 10th Anniversary trip. She came every day to feed the pigeons. He watched the ocean. She visited with people walking by. He chimed in … Continue reading
Can I tell you a secret? You see, Mr. Spit says that he doesn’t like cats. He says he’s a dog person. He says that he likes dogs better. Which is why, last night, as we were watching TV, when … Continue reading
Inner harbor and Red Fish, Blue Fish. Two of my favourite Victoria Things.
Dear Mr. Spit: I walked down the street last night, down to the inner harbor, looking for a place to eat. Mostly, after being upright for more than 12 hours, flying a province away, coping with a lap top that … Continue reading
Hey Sweetheart: The 6 hours you spent measuring our kitchen and sitting in front of your computer, with the Ikea (not very good) kitchen software, to plan out the kitchen renovation? I love you for it. I know you didn’t … Continue reading
Birthdays are good for you. Statistics show that the people who have the most live the longest. Happy Birthday Darling. I love you.
Mr. Spit and I travel a lot. We travel together, this is true, but we also travel apart. In the 10 years we have been together, I don’t think there has been a night that we didn’t say Good Night. … Continue reading
The joy of a vacation is half in taking it, and half in remembering it afterwards. Victoria was absolutely stellar, it always is. The most wonderful part was not Victoria, it was the many surprises my wonderful husband had planned … Continue reading