booty call

I don’t know about you but it is raining cats and dogs here. We have embraced the mild winter, the rain and the fact that the ski weekend with friends at the mountain house is out of the questions, probably. The poor slopes will have some work to do to catch back up if/when the weather turns cold again.

As the rain pours, the jazz music whines in the background, and the excel spreadsheet takes up my screen I found a moment to chuckle when I saw what my husband posted on our facebook page this morning…

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(I’m still chuckling)

For those of you wondering what the hell that girl is doing, well, it is a whitewater kayaking tradition that if you take a swim and your friends help gather your yard sale of gear from one side of the river to the other then you have to drink out of your river booty. AKA: Really nasty, stank, river funk shoe…

Still laughing! Not laughing at her but that I understand every bit of how she feels and what the expression means on her face!! But yes, we are all in between swims. Metaphorically and on the river!

Happy monday morning to you!

ONE LOVE-

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