We have the house to ourselves until Wednesday. The wife texted me at work and informed me I could be naked boy. My nickname she gave me. I jokingly texted her back and told her she should have been more specific because the girls at work just screamed a
CANADIANS: I'm asking you today to put some pants on and GO VOTE. If undecided, vote for the nudist party or whatever, but most of all, GO VOTE. (Sorry I couln't find an acceptable picture of a nudist candidate on Parliament Hill)
The water was so cool and fresh on my skin, the sound was otherworldly and swimming under the waterfall itself was, well, I can’t really describe that in words, but there was a connection.
