Burned is as Burned Does
Nope, I will never understand why I made a Forrest Gump reference there either... anyways... Went on a trip this weekend. Worked Friday and Saturday and then headed off from work to Muskegon, and a couple hours later I ate some of the thinnest pizza ever. Pretty damned good if it weren't for the gas later (well, ok, the gas ruined nothing, but still). Then I tried to make a fire.
The fire was less than particularly successful despite the copious amounts of lamp oil (from '06) and lighter fluid. Stupid green wood having to season and dry out before it'll burn like fire... crazy ass lightning storm that night? Totally made up for firefail.
Today at the beech was, to be brief: sunburnalicious. To be less brief: Great time, lots of playing in the waves like a five year old (can't wait to have a five year old of my own to watch do the exact same things I like doing, only it's age appropriate and not at all weird), little sitting in the sun, not nearly enough sunblock. Which brings us to the HOLY CRAP MY NECK IS ON FIRE! IT'S NOT ON FIRE? IT FEELS LIKE IT'S ON FIRE! FOR CRYING OUT LOUD, LET ME STOP DROP AND ROLL!!!!!
And that was my weekend. I will call it successful.
-J