Up here in the Great White North (GWN) it’s the Victoria day long-weekend. You see, us Canadians have never been able to fully quit the British monarchy, and as such, the Queen’s mug is plastered all over our currency, we get to compete in the Commonwealth games, and we are gifted an extra day off every year, always around this time.
I’m no fan of the English royal family by any stretch, but when it comes to statutory holidays, I’ll take it.
Tomorrow is Mr. M’s birthday and we will be up to many a shenanigan to celebrate this auspicious occasion.
I am so excited to give him his gift, I’ve been asking him almost everyday for a week if he wants to open it early.
(I’m really crap at waiting for others to open their presents. Usually I try to coerce them into doing so immediately after I have purchased the gift. Seriously I am the absolute worst. I don’t know how many times I’ve bullied M into opening things before the actual occasion. In my defense, I’m just going to state that can get really excited, okay?)
This time however, he’s fought back hard, so it will be tomorrow morning that he’ll finally get to see what I got him.
In the meantime, we’ve been out and about all day soaking up the sunshine.
This morning after we completed our compulsory tough mudder training, we glammed ourselves up and walked down to the quay for some brunch time crepes.
Here are a few snaps from the weekend so far:
Late night walks and coffee runs on Friday night.
Trees outside our house.
Brunch time dress.
Brunch time crepes.
Our plans for the rest of the night.
Happy weekend you beauty cats!
I hope you’re smiling wherever you are.