If you are a regular reader, you might remember the dancing Canadians. If not, shame on you and your wicked ways.

Recently we had the pleasure of Canadian company again. There was Jenga.

And all was well in the world for several good long moments.

The table was cleared for the tower.

And then the moments grew heavy as the pieces began to shift.

That piece had it out for me.

There may have nail biting and bets being taken at other tables.

Can you say you blame them?

You know what’s coming. It’s always pretty much the same.

The saving grace? Our lovely, sweet neighbor Maria brought us cupcakes.

Maybe these two things don’t have anything to do with each other. Maybe I just wanted to tell you about Maria’s cupcakes because I am going to miss her something fierce when we move to our new flat. Maybe Jenga inspired me to ask myself some really deep questions about the path of my life. Or that could have been the beer.

Either way, Jenga, hello? Anyone?

Drew and Jen are officially still in London.