I can not believe I am leaving in just a couple days to see my husband. Hurry up Wednesday! It is a little bit nerve racking when I think about seeing my best friend for the first time in 7 months; but I get butterflies just thinking about that first kiss with him! EEEK!
|They didn't disappoint.|
On Saturday I packed a bag and met my same friends at the boat ramp for a little more fun in the sun. On my way to the boat ramp I noticed the line of cars trying to get off the island, and I remember thinking to myself, HAHA SUCKERS. It really was such a nice day to be out soaking in the sun (just kidding I'm still as pale as powder), I even got in the water and swam a little ( I couldn't let an almost 2 year old show me up). Once it was time for the sharks to start looking for dinner it was time to head home. As I rounded the corner from where I was parked, karma hit me like a ton of bricks. I was at the end of a very long line of traffic. No biggie, I had Gatorade and snacks in the car with me. After sitting in the slow moving line for about 10 minutes my gas light came on. Shit. I couldn't even see the light I needed to turn at to get my off the island yet. That's when I started to sweat, no literally, I turned the air off to conserve gas and it was a hot one that day. Eventually my turn came and got through the light, I was so close to getting off the island to a gas station. Then Karma came back for round two. The drawbridge was up and I was stuck in another endless line of traffic. I started to panic when I could smell the gas fumes and text a friend that worked on the island to see if there was a gas station on the island. Ha, why would these rich people need a gas station on their island? Their cars run on caviar and grey poupon or something like that. I pulled over at the park to look for my triple A card. My sweet friend refused to let me call and sent one of her co-workers to my rescue. That poor guy had to set in that same long line of traffic, just to bring my dumbass a can of gas. I like him. After that I high-tailed it off that damn island and kept myself home for the rest of the weekend (packing for that trip of course!). I hope you had a great 4th of July weekend, and if you didn't learn anything new, take it from me, to always check how much gas is in the car!
|Woke up to Stella sleeping like this. Crazy Dog.|