My World is a Flood

This weekend would have been pretty good, but it would have been better if I were not sick! I feel like I always have a cold. I must have really low immunity or something. Maybe I should take vitamins.

Angie spoke at church yesterday (and she was awesome!) and after that we went to Tim Hortons with the Buzans and Alexis. Ah, this should not have been so funny but Dillon started making faces through the window at people driving through the drive-thru. People have the funniest reactions, but the best was the woman who looked scared and proceeded to roll up her window. Heh… as though he’d pass through the glass and fly at her through her open car window. So awesome.

Today we went out for Chinese food for father’s day. I feel bad about not making a bigger deal of it, but it’s hard to think about what kind of present to get. (Does he really need another tie? Mug? Crossword dictionary?) I thought about making a card, but cards seem a little pointless sometimes. There’s nothing I could say in a card that isn’t implied anyway. I love my parents and show it to them by being good all year round… I cleaned my room today, I guess that’s something.

(I also considered making a cake, but then thought better of it considering how sick and leaky I am this weekend. Unfortunately, “it’s the thought that counts” only applies when something else was given…)

All the rivers in Calgary are presently flooded and going everywhere; on Friday, Kim drove me home through the worst rain she’d ever driven in; Fish Creek is now more properly referred to as Fish Lake; all this, and we still don’t have an inch of water in our basement, which has always seemed to be prone to flooding. Amazing?