My lovely wife got a ride home from her party and left my car in the south end.  She’s always a very responsible lady, I like that about her.  So as you can guess, we needed to go pick the car up in the morning.  I found it completely covered in frost.  Bullocks!  This is the very first time this year that I’ve had to scrape the windows.  I’m lucky I actually had a scraper in the trunk.

We split the kids and each went shopping for those final gifts.  Ashton and I hit Cornwall Centre, which was surprisingly not that busy.  We found what we needed and got the hell out of there.  A few more stops then came home for lunch.  I tried some white cheddar macaroni from Sobey’s hoping it would be as good as the presidents choice brand.  Sadly I was mistaken.

Drove the boys out to Balgonie at 4, had a quick visit, then came home to rest before the house party we were going to.

The drink of the night was Crown and coke, something new for me.  It was a fondue party straight out of the 70′s.  I only knew the hosts and the back of my mind I kept wondering if this was going to turn into a swingers party.  Alas, it was not, but we did play some really sick word games.  I got to learn a lot about these strangers sex lives while giving me the opportunity to be completely perverted, which apparently I’m pretty good at.

By about 12:45  we were all yawning and decided to shut it down.  That was the end of the night.