Well, it's one of the hazards of living in paradise....Highway 99. On Tuesday night at midnight a massive rockslide covered the road, took out the train tracks and plummeted down to the water below. Thank god that nobody was under the rocks. Double quadruple million thanks to god that my dear friends Liz and Shaun and their children's pizza delivery man was late in Vancouver as they were the second car to come upon the slide.
The only way to reach Whistler is a back road that takes 7 hours. Whistler ran out of gas and milk for half a day, half the town panicked, and the news reported there was a gas and CHILI crisis....SERIOUSLY what are we gonna do without chili? Call the marines!
O.K, but this is supposed to be a funny post! I was going to take Harrison and Maverick down to meet their perfect new nephew and take the big boys to Playland at the PNE. So Neema was having lunch with H's cousin today and he says:
"I am so sad that my cousin Harrison can't come to playland with me. He can't come because he's STONED in Whistler!!!
HA HA maybe in 12 years....I dread to think!!!!!!!!
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