Friday, July 1
Off to south edmonton common we go! Of course, we are sitting in complete silence while listening to sports radio, in order to hear each trade that takes place during our twenty minute drive. The thing about sports radio is if you don't know who or what the radio guys are talking about (so the entire time they are talking) you seriously cannot even tell when they finish and start a new sentence. At least Crash and Mars give some spunk to their conversatipns. Instantly, my rage seeps back into me and I find myself looking out the window, thinking of ways I can get away with Zigg's murder. Naturally I pouted for a couple minutes and won that battle too. Ke$ha trumps news.
Now the ZWEEEEE Vvvvv Vvvvv was happening way more often than usual so I asked what the hell could his friends have to say that is so interesting and necessary for his phone to stay on LOUD. Apparently it was not the Valley Boys; Ziggs had signed up to receive a text everytime someone was signed. Perfect.
If our romantic morning was not quite enough to keep the sparks flying after four years, Ziggs ended up paying for his own anniversary gift- from a hunting store (which is NOT a fun place for girls to browse for an hour), and I did not get anything.
All of this and it wasn't even noon.