I’ve been meaning to write this post for quite some time now, since it covers the pre-2008 era, more specifically, the time I went sleighing with Daniel.
Just so you know: if you happen to be paying me a visit and Daniel says "let’s do the magic wand" just say "No". For your own good.
Last week hunny and I decided to indulge our taste buds and cook something we were craving for. Most of the times we don’t share the same taste in food so as a proof I took pictures.
One of the things I love about Daniel is the fact that he gets so excited about some things, and I mean soooo excited that he seems like a five-year old sitting on Santa’s lap.
Yesterday Dani and I went sliding on Mont Royal with some friends. (Don’t let the name Mont Royal fool you – it’s not a mountain.
I gotta tell ya: I never saw a real, serious snow storm, so when everyone was talking about a tempête de neige coming our way, I was excited out of my shorts.