Baby, Cats, Fuzz and the Winooski River

Saw Hot Fuzz this weekend. Loved it, loved it. Fished without a pole and met two great babies. Saw some salmon spawning and some teenagers up to no good in the bushes. Tsk, tsk.

Ate so much food at Sneakers that we nearly burst at the seams...mmmm, a side of blueberry pancakes please. Later in the same day ate so much Chinese food that we nearly fell down the parking lot steps/make-shift dining room table and died in a puddle of grease, heavenly grease...

Love holiday weekends even if I had to pull a massive sleep-deprived all-nighter to get the marathon vlog ready to go after all my eating and meandering.


As I get ready to fly out to California next week (be still my heart), there are about 10 gazillion loose ends to tie up - and the most frightening loose end of all - Friday morning I am gonna float really high in the air in a wicker basket.

Jeez, I am scared half to death. With my luck and clumsy balance, I will be over the side and splatting on the ground in no time. How do I get myself into these things?! And do they let you wear a parachute in a hot air balloon!?!?