I had fun at a mud slinging extravaganza just yesterday.
We went boating with some friends at a very low lake. This low lake had shallow parts with the grossest mud you ever did see. It was all soft and squishy, and formed into lovely lumps for throwing. It would strike one's opponent with a satisfying splat that left a gooey lump of ick. It was great. We had it in our hair and all over our faces. We finally rubbed it in and allowed it to do whatever mud masks are supposed to do. We had a kids against adults fight. And an adults against adults fight.
We rode on the tube thingy that gets pulled behind the ski boat. Grownups get to laughing hysterically on that. Well, I do anyway.
I wore sun screen, which was a vast improvement over my choice from earlier in the week. The fat part of me that used to be my waist is a brilliant pink hue even still. That just goes to show, that if one is going to display pale flesh, one should have the grace to coat it in protection. "Safe Sunning," we call it.
It finally feels like summer is upon us. It's hot, and we're going outdoors with friends.
Now we are starting school in only 2 weeks. We have to squeeze in as much fun as humanly possible!
Who wants to float the river?
2 comments:
I'm sure that true spa enthusiasts would balk at this mud, but I think they're snobs and besides, you probably burnt calories in your fight! I wish I could have been there to play too.
This is why you're a much better Mom than I. (And a much better Dad than Asia, for that matter.) Neither of us would ever get involved in a game where the slinging of mud were involved.
Party poopers, us.
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