It seems the Gods are conspiring against us. This weekend we planned to float the Guadalupe...my own kind of paradise.
Earlier this week a few of our friends had to drop out, but we hung on to our hopes.
Today it's raining-40% chance of more this weekend.
I'm clutching my kite string and holding on. I have a certain obsession for TOOBING. Nothing is more relaxing than grabbing a beer and a floatie and drifting...well, I guess there might be something, but I'm not quite sure what that is.
Cross your fingers-my sanity for the school year rests on this.
the story of growing up Scroggins
1 comment:
I am crossing my fingers. I totally agree there is nothing better. There is no care in the world except that the cooler is too far too reach!
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