So weve reached the halfway point.
I know youre all dying for pictures and incredible stories from Scotland. Dont worry I have both of them and you will be subjected to them very shortly and for a long long time. 🙂
Im taking advantage of the free wifi here at the Castle to quickly update you.
I bought myself two bottles of whisky at this point: the Ardbeg Festival edition, only 1,000 of them bottled and the Caol Ila Moch edition, only available to the friends of Malt and at the distillery.
The distilleries tours are awesome. How often can I say that I sat in Lagavulins warehouse, drinking whisky straight from the hogs head?
Were having a blast.
I love that word.
In fact, I use it on one of my earliest personal website – we didn’t call them blog at the time. I think that page has been like that for 10 years now. 😉
Anyways, I’m taking an Internet break.
I just don’t feel it anymore. When you don’t feel it, you shouldn’t push yourself to do it. Right now, I don’t feel it, I will not push myself to do it.
I’ll be back.
I don’t know when.
I don’t know how.
See you later.
This is the first in a series of posts in the Year of the Purge : A to Z. Every other Sunday, I’ll get rid of something starting today with the letter A and working my way to the letter Z by the end of December. Enjoy!
We’re starting this one with a bang! I already professed my undying love for that t-shirt here, so you know it’s an important piece of Mikmorabilia. I bought the t-shirt in 1999.
This is the front of the shirt. You can clearly see that I’ve painted my house, 7 years ago, while wearing that shirt. You can see some white from the playroom, some pink from Zoé’s room and some glue stains from the floating floors of the office and the playroom. The t-shirt is also the size of a small country – it’s flat on my double size bed in this picture – and for a while it was the only shirt that would fit me properly. Now it’s about three sizes too big.
This is a close-up of the front collar. It’s just a few minor holes really.
The back is in much better shape. Some paint can be seen on the right sleeve.
The obligatory holes in the collar.
I told my kids I threw the t-shirt out, and Zoé was “Ohhhhh! You got rid of the t-shirt with 68 holes?” Yes, she counted them at some point. Isaac pointed out that all my t-shirts had 4 holes (neck, sleeves, bottom). Yep, he’s a regular comedian. I wonder where he gets that from.
And just like that, my awesome t-shirt is gone. That’s one hell of a way to kick off the year of the purge, if you ask me.