Abandoned my car at a wharf in Pictou and just walked a mile in my own flip flops, so I have a pretty good idea where I'm coming from: the legendary Zimbabwa in Pictou Harbour, via a black rum & ginger at Carver's.
I went down to Zimbabwa for a pork chop and ended up going out on a cruise to nowhere.Keith let me take the wheel while he BBQed pork loin; Camille and Lee fiddled with the packing around the shaft (that's what they said) on Nicole & Sarah while I drove circles around her waiting to dock on the outside.
Nicole & Sarah
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You're right - this has nothing to do with empathy unless, of course, you empathize with my very slight headache and creaky knees today.
