"Boating activity be damned!"

I may or may not have shouted--yelped(?) that this morning in a fit of exhaustion, frustration, stress and tummy woes...

I should explain that as part of our responsibilities, the husband and I tagging along with some other brave souls to take a group of teenagers to the lake this weekend.

This is all well in good in that I need a tan (Hi, I'm Casper).

Problem is, I may have jumped off a cliff before then.

Why must it rain and pour all at once? Can't is just sprinkle? Am I asking too much here?

Exhausted. (understatement)

But, I am planning a full on raid of Anthro post-lake activity if I am a) not a lobster (remember, I'm Casper) b) dead c) too tired to move (this is a possibility).

A girl has to release her stress somehow right?

And with me, it's all about "pick your poison"--chocolate and weight gain, or spend $$ and then debate cutting up the Visa.

Note: the cutting up the Visa part has never actually happened.... Maybe it should?

And yes, I realize that I have no disposal income this month. I'm aware. I'll go without food. I don't care. We can live off canned beans, cereal and ice cream, right?