Shawn and I set our very own tent that we got for our wedding. Then, you know, we broke it in. (Which, by the way, totally isn't an easy thing to when there is family looming outside your tent. Just saying.)
We played card games. I got extremely competitive. My mother-in-law called me a sore loser. And I'll just leave that at that.
Then we ate our gigantic tin foil dinners that I made. Which I'm fairly positive is the cause of both dear husband and I completely destroying every bathroom in our path. Oops.
Then we slept on our nice queen sized airbed. Well, slept until Shawn shook or hugged me until I woke up, because I was snoring like a damn bear. Sorry, man.
Then we waited on a beach for 3 hours while the first half of the family had their fun on the boat. By wait, I mean I sat on a huge tube and burned alive in the sun while watching Shawn
And then Shawn posed for some amusing sexy glamor shots. Isn't he a gem? Greow.
(Words still cannot express how much I love the fact that he lets me post these. Thanks, love.)
Then by the time the boat came back - we were all feeling a bit testy and needed to eat. So we did. (Talk about irrelevant detail.)
We boated. We knee boarded. (Mostly because this one jackwagon of a boat was ruining the good wake boarding water.) And I hardly include myself in the 'we'. I crashed and burned about 946 times before my thighs gave out on me and I was hyperventilating to the point where you'd have thought I just ran an effing marathon. My mother in law even got out there and was jumping over wakes, and doing full turns. Don't even get me started on my father in law. He did the little one ski thing. And he was insanely good. I practically felt like I should have paid to watch his flawless water talent. My word. Talk about being the odd ball out. Sheesh.
Then we tubed. The sole water "sport" that I can proudly manage. Mostly because I'm deathly afraid of just sitting in deep, dark water where I have no idea what sort of creature is going to slime up my leg. Gag. Oh, and because tubing requires absolutely no skill other than holding on. Lucky for me, I was on the tube with my unusually muscular husband - and continued to get stuck in the middle of a father-son feud, with my father in law trying like crazy to throw Shawn off. Only to fling me clean off the dang tube every time.
Oh. And then my favorite part? Totally giving his family a full frontal of my boobage when I finally got back on the boat. Turns out those little spiffy life jackets don't stay zipped up. And turns out all my fun little crashes got my swimsuit all up in the wrong places. Leave it to me to manage to flash people while sporting a one piece, while I'm surrounded with bikini clad family members who can keep it all in place. Good times.
And then my oh-so-observant husband spotted a piece of art among the clouds.
By this point. I'm totally and completely fried from head to toe. And basically, that's just awesome.
We go to Golden Corral and act like absolute savages who haven't eaten in years. I pick out every deep fried piece of crap in there. Because, why not put an extra 5 pounds on my toosh?
Then we finally came home. I managed to get a glimpse of myself in the mirror - and about crapped my pants because I
(I put a sarong on for the picture. Because I like to keep it sort of classy. Oh, and this is only a portion of my totally and completely burned self. How annoying is that
tan burn line?)
Anyways, that's it for now. I'm going to go continue
writhing in menstrual cramp/burned body Hell working.
May your weekend be
sun-less filled with sunscreen, internet.
*I know there are no sharks in lakes. Being dramatic is just fun, okay?