Sometimes rainy days like this remind of the times back in the day when my friends and I would go camping out at my friend Michelle's family cabin on a lake out in Saskatchewan. On days when it rained we would sit inside and play games all day long. Or back when I worked at camp and there would be nights when we would have crazy rain storms. We would stay inside in our comfy clothes and talk into the night about whatever guy we were dating or had a crush on as the rain rhythmically pelted against against the windows. Those were good times.
Not much going on around here this weekend. It is already 7 pm and Chris is still working. Tonight seems like a great night for comfy socks, candles, movies and takeout. There is this great little cafe down near our place that has great pasta.
Who knows, maybe I can convince Chris to take me out for breakfast tomorrow. Last week he went to this little hole in the wall place with his softball that he said was outstanding. Maybe he will take me there.A few years ago when we still lived in Seattle, we went to visit my family up in Edmonton. We drove through Montana and after driving all night we were in this little town in the middle of nowhere. We were both hungry but it looked hopeless as we were driving down "main" street. There was literally 2 or 3 buildings and a gas station. We spotted a little cafe that was open and decided it was our only option. Talk about a hole in the wall. It was so tiny, there was only 1 guy working there. He played the part of host, waiter, cook and bus boy. There was maybe 1 or 2 other customers in there and our table was practically in the kitchen. I will tell you what though, what a find that place was because it was the best bacon and eggs I have ever had. I love when that happens. Just go to show you that you really can't judge a book by it's cover.
Was that enough rambling for tonight? Come back tomorrow and I just might have more.