i baked myself this past weekend. and i’m not talking about the fact that my legs, arms, shoulders, neck/back, face, and ears are all pink – i’m talking about waking up each morning in a tent that doubles as an oven, feeling like i’m overheating and saying to myself, “i’m going to die!”
okay, so i’m a bit dramatic.
but seriously, the weekend was fun. and i didn’t die.
I’m glad your not dead weese.
wasn’t so bad, huh?
i’m impressed, wease… sleeping in a tent?!?! you’re a better person than me!
well im glad you had fun and it wasnt too terribly bad. love you!