Sunday, the day of rest. We’re heading out shortly to rest at a wooden boat festival. Hopefully I can relax a bit there and forget my wife’s latest attempt to get me to perform something considered a crime against nature in this bass-ackwards state we live in. I’m sorry, but “I just want you to be prepared in case you end up in prison” is not a valid argument for me. For once, I’m willing to accept a blue law. Heck, extend that one to every day of the week (or just don’t ask me to participate)!
Sandpoint and boats, here we come! As soon as I stretch, eat breakfast, shower, finish dorking off on the computer, brush my teeth and get the herd loaded in the RAV. I hope the festival doesn’t end first.
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I enjoyed SandPoint … this little spot has a large number of locals who are doing quite well at Coldwater Creek … which is a booming business located there.