Hey ya’ll. S’sup. Me and da bitches been hangin Jus checkin in c how u r doin, S L Easily sleazily with the man o Muskoka and chillin with his peeps... I be there. Safe!!

For the older readers, it was a most enjoyable weekend. It was fun acting the gentleman with Jean and Joan. Earned major points with Mom too, sorry Theresa she’s leaving me all her money. That was my first time really meeting Joan, but there’s something very familiar about her. It was great hearing them finish each other’s conversations about dark rye bread, or which to bring to the casino, purse or wallet. The weekend was made better because they bring stuff that I would never think to bring, homemade brownies, lemon squares, banana muffins and lots of chocolate. My next trip we b makin wit da bitches, swing on by n grab John’s grandmother for the best dessert cook-off. Lock!! Feel free to courier in a sample of your cheesecake Kevin, or Laurie can enter her butterscotch pie, Theresa can ummmm errr ummm, Judge?

The weekend started with rosary prayers read aloud as we began the drive north and ended with John sitting between the sisters for the ride home from Milton. John always says those old ladies (any of my aunts) look the same so he was on family-tree overload sitting between Jean and Joan and referred to aunt Joan. haha The Muskoka Gowers we’re gracious host as always. …Unless you slip up, say or do something stupid, then they are all over it. Everyone takes jabs at the vulnerable prey until the next victim slips up… or walks by. I love bonding with my Muskoka family. Norton stole the weekend, and my heart. I now have more pictures of Norton than Kohen and Dylan combined. He has the energy of a puppy, but quickly tires out from all that growing. I swear he was taller by the time we left. I had the pleasure of cuddling with him while he slept on the photon, probably wont fit with him by my next visit. Salt. Your fault. Well the weekend was really score. Thanks to all!!! Salada.