It is raining and raining and raining here. And not just a light drizzle - a full on storm every few minutes. This makes it fun because it appears to be stopping so you go outside - you know to get to the car - and it inevitably starts up again with ferocity the minute you reach the halfway mark. Nice. And of course - the curly hair goes mental in weather like this so I look like a lion. Double nice.
And all of this lovely weather happens to be the week that Kat is away camping.... wonder if she brought a towel...or a boat? (see what you get for leaving your friend Lizzie behind??) But seriously - gotta give a pregnant woman with a 2 year old credit for braving the elements. She rocks. My style of camping involves egyptian cotton and chocolate mints on my pillow every night. (and there is a place like this I assure you - Carrie I still think we need to go here) I used to be able to camp - but then that incident with the racoon happened and I have never been the same. And then there was the guy on the motorcycle who was camping with his girlfriend and gave me the note that said he wanted to "meat" me. That was special. Special enough it made all the girls laugh until we almost peed.
So in leui of a camping trip I decided to go out west for my girls stagette in Whistler - I just have to wait until Oct (so not exactly summer vacation but close enough). This is the same gal I'm the maid of honour for in the Dominican in Dec. (case you're keeping notes). So this will be some fun times. Plan on drinking bellini's to my hearts content. (ask Carrie what she can sculpt out of a bellini folks).