log patch

The recent spate of norf*ckneasters (meaning the weather, not the kickass east-coast team of pretend surf goddesses) has taken its toll on the sloth family vacation shack. Here are two views of it in its current state:





Therefore and forthwith, slothy and HFP will be taking our little red truck, aka the Pimple, aka the Lollycar, up to the shifting and pelting sands of "The Cod" this weekend for some heavy construction and the traditional family bickerfest. Thus begins the cycle of deferred summertime fun, which is the way of things past and things to come for ever and ever, ad infinitum.

Housie has lost an important leg, which we will be replacing. There is the real and exciting possibility that the Love Shack might actuallly fall upon us like the Wicked Witch of the East, leaving our toes to curl right up to our striped knee-highs! One can only hope to meet such a spectacular end...