fussy fuss-asses

Tristan and toby are off on saltspring for two days. Shane and i don't want to admit it, but life is easy without them. They, the fussy fuss-asses. (This is how we spend our nights – talk of the fussy fuss-asses and how they make our lives miserable.)
Saltspring is the land of magical things – the arty, crafty grandma and the grandpa with the b.b. gun, bow 'n arrow, and sling-shot – it is the 6 year old boy and 8 year old girl dream vacation. I used to worry about the giant well in their front yard, now i worry about my son coming back with vision and my daughter even looking me in the eye once she has seen the beauty of the crafty woman. Crafty woman – see how high she flies, woo-ooo.
So, now that you are all confused i shall go to bed. My job here is done. It's not really. This was supposed to be about tristan and toby the fuss-ass eaters and how parker and eliza ate mussels in coconut curry for dinner. But, i am too tired to move my fingers, be back after sleep **insert snores here**