I highly doubt I will get a chance to write in here before I leave Friday morning, so this is happening now.
So quickly, so fast. I don't mean to break any hearts.

Friday morning, I am off to the cottage to party non-stop until Tuesday.
Here's to three man golden moments, half-drunk induced ideas, two hundred failed picture attempts (we know it will happen) and awkward silences around camp fires when somebody walks by we dislike.

If your name is Jen and you are drunk, you're getting pushed into the lake because I cannot stand you.
And if your name is Christine and you don't come say hello, you're in the dog house.

Have a great couple of days, bbz.

PS+ Michael, I am incredibly sick of arguing with you. You're doing more harm to yourself than good, and I'm sorry that you don't see that.