On Sunday Genevieve and I took a spontaneous adventure over to Peggy’s Cove, a natural tourist attraction in Nova Scotia. Naturally we were eager to climb around on all the rocks and frolic about, and being the narcissist that I am there had to be a photo-shoot involved. Gen, like usual, was sweet enough to play photographer for me. Someone needs to tell her to stop catering to my every whim like this, it’s really making me spoiled. I don’t have the faintest idea how I will survive without her back in Seattle. Who will lay in bed and eat ice cream bars with me? Who will help me write rainbow colored lists of hatred when I’ve had too much wine and I am feeling too emotional about boys? Who will talk Taylor Swift with me non stop? How else will I have toned abs if not from her nightly improv stand up comedy routines that make me laugh so hard my abs ache? Who will braid my hair? I’ve had no choice but to begin the process of packing her up and taking her with me. I’ve been begging and pleading her to move to the West coast so we don’t have to leave each other ever again. She’s apprehensive but I can be quite persuasive as well as persistent. I’ve even offered sexy man candy to make her breakfast each morning so I’ll need to find a way to make sure I can follow through with that one. Any eligible bachelor’s from Seattle who you know happen to find themselves reading The Fairy Princess Diaries? Oh darn…I suppose I will have to search other sources as a means of finding Gen’s breakfast in bed connoisseur prince charming lover.
Moral of the story: if you ever happen to find yourself wandering through the Nova Scotian wilderness you simply must visit Peggy’s Cove. It is lovely darling, the scenery (and the wind) will (quite literally) whisk you away.
Now I’m off to go celebrate my day off of work for Remembrance Day! Happy Tuesday pretties!