Swedish conspiracy chairs

[duinemerwen]

Well, we sure are getting our money's worth out of that balcony furniture. Classy bitches eating McDingles and drinking cider on on the Swedish conspiracy chairs. The cat winding himself around the chair legs, purring malevolently, as if he could ever convince us to deign to bless him with a wayward fry. But it was not meant to be. No, he forfeited his spud privileges long ago, on the day that I gave him a fry, he ran away with it, and then dropped it uneaten into the water bowl. 

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If anything worth doing is difficult, isn't it worth getting all emotionally invested in, too? 

I'm very much looking forwards to taking the bike out geocaching on Saturday.