I don't know if it's the bug spray, the constant bike riding, or what, but everytime I turn around, Adriana's got another hole in the crotch of her shorts, capris, or underwear! How many times have I seen her lounging on the sofa, absent-mindedly picking at the threads around a gaping hole between her legs? Not sure what to do about it, since everytime I sew it up, it seems to unravel again. At least it's not as bad as the incident that the girls reminded me of when I went to pick up Adriana from school last spring and she met me at the door with a wave. Doesn't sound bad, does it? Well, imagine the wave consisting of Adriana's arm stuck in through the waistband of her trousers and coming out through the yawning gap in the non-existant seam in her crotch. I can remember the sheer goofiness of her pose outweighed my embarassment of her doing it in front of a crowd of mums, so I just had to laugh!
Other than holes everywhere, our summer has been progressing smoothly. Had the requisite trip to Canada's Wonderland, and have been hanging out at the cottage, cutting away decades of tree branches and trimming hedges. Orest leaves tomorrow for London, so he's making the last repairs to the cottage before he leaves. I'll be here next week when I'll have to slowly start packing things up too. God, the summer has flown by!
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