I've got a girlfriend coming down to visit from Anchorage later this week. When I say coming down to visit, that means that she'll be within 85 miles of me, so of course I'll be going to see her. She and a few other girls and I all used to run around together when we all worked in the same building in Boise. We were all a little more wild and wooly in those days, and I know I was about 15 lbs. lighter.
So it was something of a surprise to me when she e-mailed us all and said, "Why don't we all go to the water park?" Why? I couldn't believe she asked why. How about:
Because the elastic in my swimsuit bottom no longer clings to my bottom.
Because it costs $23 to get into the park and no one will ride the slides with me.
Because the rest of you have small children and I don't want to hang out in a urine-soaked kiddie pool all day.
But you know, I didn't say a word. I figured I could hack it for my dear friend who I only get to see once a year or so. And you know what? Someone else spoke up instead and now we're just having a barbeque instead. Praise Jaysus! Say 'hallelujah'! And pass the potato salad.