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So today began as the world's wierdest day. I had a complete spaz attack. Firstly, my alarm clock wasn't working--surprise, surprise. It always picks Sunday too. Always. So I usually end up going to church like a slob...but apparently Jesus doesn't care. Well I care.

So I unplugged it and flew down the stairs. I opened the side door and started swinging it like a lass-o while I made some last minute decisions: to destroy or not to destroy.

Destroy.

Now it is little more than a cord and some jumbled bits...and a memory.

The good news is that it can only go up from here.

Scott picked me up for church. Oh wait...he drove here, then I drove the rest of the way. That was an adventure. He's the worst backseat driver I've ever seen. He kept pretending to flip out and fiddle with buttons that shouldn't be played with [like the radio that apparently works...and scared the living daylights out of me!!!]. When we finally got there in one piece...we were late. So we got some nice backrow seating next to all of the new moms that are still in the breastfeeding stages. But we were facing forward, so we missed out on all of the action.

We've concluded that we have to go to church together more often, especially this one. It has comfy chairs (but the chairs weren't the determining factors--how shallow!).

Then I went to Zellers to buy a new alarm clock.

Next thing you know I've been conned into cabbage rolls and quadding at Scott's house. But it was definitely worthwhile...not just for quadding either: his mom told me some of the most embarassing stories about Scott I'll ever hear. The good thing is that he's more open now. Nothing he can say or do can embarass him more than his mother is capable of. Hahahha.

We went up to the 'mountain' and sped through the old railway bed. It was nice to just feel the wind breezing through my hair--I'm loving this long hair thing--and to see the fall colours zooming past. I haven't smelled like the great outdoors in ages. I'm starting to not be a wallflower anymore.

Kidding.

So yes. This was the most fun I have had in ages...well since the last time I went snowshoeing down the river with the one and only Miss Dahmer. That was a blast. Don't worry Lauren...I haven't been swayed away from you all in one afternoon of blissful quadding.

Love ya!