Due to being 30mins early to an interview (obnoxiously early), George Glass and I chilled at a park nearby. Had this adorable log cabin. Probably old as trains. Not sure, I couldn't read the info thing without getting dangerously close.
Dangerous because I'm clumsy. If I sneezed the place could fall like the three little piggie's house of sticks.
Has anybody read the book written by the big bad wolf? It's his justification for the alleged attacks towards the pigs. Read it.
Aside the log cabin was a wishing well. Of course I went all Snow White and wanted a pic by it. George Glass knows how to avoid the whole "I look fat, my hairs jacked up" thing by taking 468645 pics. Can't complain about that! I'll know at least one will turn out good.
Though, he doesn't stop until the phone is officially in my hands.