So the other day I went out biking. I'll be honest, it was more out of necessity than anything, since Jason had taken the car to Vancouver before I remembered that I had made an appointment at a spa on the other side of Squamish. And before all you clowns make some smart-aleck remark about how far "the other side of Squamish" is, it's far enough to break a sweat, okay? And before Dad makes some smart-aleck comment about how far that is, far enough okay?
"Champagne?!? What is there to celebrate?