The Annes

The Anne's were reunited this weekend, and what a glorious weekend it was!!

But, I am officially sick of shopping. Who would have ever thought I would say such a thing!?!? I'm as shocked as you are. Ok, you guessed it. We did a lot of shopping. We also did a lot of visiting.

We drove to Camrose to visit Wanda, the greatest D-group leader I have ever had. A small reunion of past CLBI-ers (including Chelsea who told me I was “hoity toity”… what does that mean!?!) met for coffee at our favorite Merchants. We saw a bunch of familiar faces at church on Sunday morning and ate at the NEW Tim Hortins. I'm SO NOT a fan. There is no longer a Timmy’s close to CLBI! How can that be possible?! It is not easy to dumpster dive any more, that's for sure. And how do you get your roll up the rim?? Drive to the opposite side of town!? I think not! how horrible! Who decided to move Timmy's so far away!? I'm so not impressed. Someone should be glad I'm not at CLBI anymore; because if I was, I would be writing a stern letter to the person who decided to move Timmy's so far away.

Anne and I went to The Project on Sunday evening. This is a church service that caters to C&C aged peeps. It was pretty fabulous. I enjoyed it for sure.

And Monday I tortured Anne at her work for a bit, and then went to the West Ed. I walked around that place for 4 hours and didn't find a single thing I wanted to buy! Anne thinks it's a new record of some sort. I should probably get a medal. OR! a $100 gift card for MEXX so I could go back and buy that sweater. Yes, one sweater for $100. Yikes! Don't get me wrong. I did buy enough this weekend to fill an entire suitcase. Yes, yes I did pack an empty duffle bag in my carry on so I could check a bag on the way home! hehe!

And then straight to Faith the watch the second half of the CLBI choir tour. Which was PHENOMINAL! I should have taken a Kleenex. And I saw a bunch of familiar faces there too.

What a superb weekend! Could there be one better?? I think not. And on that note, I'm going to bed! Night-o