10 January 2015

Pavlova: Tig Gets to Lick the Whisk

We invited the neighbours over for dinner to get to know them better (and thank them for all the hospitality enjoyed by Will at their place over the past year). One of the beneficial offshoots of dinner parties of pavlova...


And one of the beneficial offshoots of pavlova, is GETTING TO LICK THE WHISK!!!


Don't get whipped cream and chocolate sprinkles on your faux-fir coat, Tigga... Chocolate sprinkles, Yum!

03 January 2015

Bangor, Maine

As all good Canadian's do at one time or another, we headed down to the United States on New Year's Day to comb the Outlet Stores. It was freezing cold, we had no spending money, we spent a total of 22 hours in the car, and we all got deathly sick... then snowed into Fredericton for a couple of days, but the bargains were awesome. 

Michelle got an LL Bean toat bag, Will got a new pair of slippers, and Charlotte got a first hand taste of how red cars are faster than blue ones.


Totally worth our while. It was fun ;) Next year, let's do the outlets somewhere warm... like Disneyland in Orlando, FL.

Will-bob Sends.








02 January 2015

Fredericton, New Brunswick for NY's & Bangor, Maine to Shop!

This NY's, we travelled up to Fredericton to stay with our besties, Philip, Deb, and Lucy... Oh, don't forget Cody the dog.


After a couple days hanging out and seeing in the new year with a game of hard fought Pictionary, we decided to bang sown the line to Bangor for some well earned shopping...


On the way, we stopped off in Harvey to catch up with Mitch and Gloria (Jody's parents). Charlotte licked her fingers, then picked up every single chocolate coated peanut butter ball... Nice one, Tig. It was really great to see them. (The Fundy is on again this year for sure).


As soon as we arrived, in Bangor, Michelle and I came down with the flu. So for the most part, we were confined to the hotel room, while Charlotte begged us to do "something fun" (like go to the pool).


We did manage to crawl into the Frier's Bakehouse (no cellular phones) for a wonderful hand made breakfast.


We also tracked down the infamous Brady gang...


...and chased some of the pigeons.



Unfortunately, there were no giant bargains for Ms Michelle to prey upon (although Charlotte and I seemed to come up trumps).

So we packed our gear, and limped back towards the Canadian border, to the open fire at the McDonalds in Houlton.


For the record: US Customs are far more confident, courteous and proficient, than our red coat friends in the Canadian pavilion. (We crossing the border with a bag of groceries. You have a job because of us ~ no need to be jerks, just sayin').

Will-bob sends.