Holy moly what a fun weekend!!! Volleyball, pool parties, bacon wrapped goodness, friends… so wonderful. I now have gnarly tan line…or four.
I will start by saying that I think I missed my calling to be a professional golfer. Shame. I should have listened to my Pops back in high school.
Also I think that eating carrots is the loudest food one could possibly eat on the ENTIRE planet. Actually it is probably a close second to gnawing on bones. So basically if I ever decide to become a ninja, I will have to give up eating carrots. Bummer.
Ponder this: “I can fit anywhere, yet I belong nowhere.” Hmm… I read this and it struck a cord. That’s all.
Embrace the unexpected.
Do something out of your comfort zone… then comment about it below.
Eat a banana if you are trying to be a ninja.
And last but not least meet Stanley:
I put him all together by myself. Bought Propane. Lighter. Then attempted to start it. I nearly blew myself up. I need help. Or maybe I should read directions. Damn you Stanley.