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By Lucy Time to start this Keto nonsense. I sound so enthusiastic, don’t I? Dieting is interesting to me. I always tell people it’s pure luck I didn’t end up with an eating disorder. My mother had an unhealthy relationship with food; she dieted off and on, although to be clear, she was some definition…
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By Lucy [I forgot three things from my last post. The first is that Westjet had a surprise strike the day I had been thinking of flying back, cancelling almost all their flights overnight, so it’s a good thing I drove back. The second is that the LCBO started a strike on the fifth (The…
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By Lucy My alarm woke me up at 6. I dragged myself to the free breakfast downstairs and put something together. As I finished up, someone came down and grabbed the last luggage trolley. Bollocks. The clerk at the front desk offered to have housekeeping check for the other trolleys. I mean… it’s 6 AM!…
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By Lucy I woke up to a midnight text from Duff, asking me if I was awake. No, and quite frankly you shouldn’t be, either. I suspected – correctly – that he was asking because he had driven through the night and was back in town. Yup, he was back at work when I got…
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By Lucy My mother had a friend named Angie. I think that’s safe to say. Angie was a troubled soul. She always had a new boyfriend; I remember clearly one me and my brother nicknamed “Mr. Donald Duck” because he could perfectly imitate Donald Duck’s voice. He was friendly and gregarious. We never saw him…
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By Lucy The prairie isn’t what I thought it would be. I pictured lush grasslands or fields of wheat, waving gently in the breeze. The sun would be relentless in the day, yes, but it would be a nice even heat, and the morning and evening would be pleasantly cool. The fields of wheat were…
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By Lucy Tuesday was not as slow of a day as I wanted it to be. I had to start putting my life back in order; go grocery shopping, tidy my room, do laundry. Yes, I could have done my laundry at the Vagabond’s house, but I decided I shouldn’t make that a habit. As…
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By Lucy They let us go early on Thursday, so I stopped at Superstore on the way home. I had this plan for dinner; The Vagabond likes salads, so I wanted to pick up the ingredients to make a Cobb salad, using the cheap rotisserie chicken as a short cut. I didn’t have a shopping…
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By Lucy You’d best bet my car peeled out of the parking lot at the end of the day Friday like a bat outta hell. I told him I had to do laundry and he told me to bring my laundry over, so I just showered, threw what I thought I’d need for the night…
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By Lucy One of the first things I did Saturday was texted Kris and tell her me and the Vagabond were… something, again. I wanted to talk to someone who’s been around for the whole shebang. She immediately replied “aren’t we mad at him?” Well, yes, but then he apologized. That’s how that works. And…
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