On Saturday Derek and I took a break from painting the outside, cleaning storm windows, and repairing the wall in the living room where now only plaster remains (since last week I peeled off like eight layers of paint and the 60 year old wallpaper they were on top of) due to a hole in the roof that was causing a giant water bubble to form beneath this painted paper monstrosity.  Okay, so I fudged a bit on how much work has already been done…the painting has yet to commence, nor have the storm windows been cleaned.  But we thought about doing those things, so that counts, right?

So, like I said…we went to the lake on Saturday to catch some rays, and hang with some friends and family.  FUN.  The day began with me feeling guilty, as usual, for leaving the dogs at home, so I shoved tons of food and treats into these two treat-dispensing ball thingies the dogs love.  They never knew we left.

Once there we tied up with our friends in one of the coves on the lake, jumped in the water and enjoyed the sunny day.  NOT A CLOUD IN THE SKY.  Guess that’s how I came to look like a raccoon later that day.

As a kid I never went to the lake much so I use to always wonder… what do people do at the lake if you don’t jet ski, wake board, or water ski? Well young Jennifer I will tell you…

You just sit in the water.  Really.  You just SIT.

This past weekend we simply tucked ourselves back in one of our favorite coves, and just floated all day long behind the conjoined boats.  We were so far back in the cove no other boats were behind us or even to the side of us for that matter.  We spread out in the water as far as we wanted.

One of the favorite flotation devices of the day was an inflatable dingy with paddles.  Amy brought her boyfriend, Matt, to the lake (excellent guy…good pick Amy).  Matt is some sort of bio-something engineery person.  That means the guy is like super smart or something, but I guess all the book learnin’ in the world can’t help you accomplish a task an 8 year old can complete.  Watching that guy struggling to figure out how to make the one paddle into two separate paddles; made me wonder about the guy.  Sorry Matt…watching you stare at those paddle pieces like a rubik’s cube was way too funny not to mention. After what seemed like hours Matt finally accomplished his goal.  GOOD JOB!

Our friends Ryan and Meredith took part of the crew tubing.  I’m sorry I missed getting to watch that.  They came back with some hilarious pictures.

And a few questionable ones…

In all the day was perfect…right up until the last 30 minutes or so.  I say this because the most tragic, horrific, unimaginable thing happened.  Up from the murky bottoms of Pickwick flew the creature that has eyes so severely irratated by the harsh mid-day sun it has to live at the bottom of a muddy, algee ridden, dead fish filled lake just to mute the  scourging pain that awaits her on the surface.  This creature of murk, do you freakin’ know what she did?  This little *&#T*^ saw me in my stylish Banana Republic, UV protecting, Jackie O-style shades and feels that she deserved them more.  Next thing I know I tilt forward in the water while sitting on my little pool saddle.  Pool Saddle :: a blue foamy thing that sits between ones legs to keep them buoyant in a body of water.  Yep…it looks like a diaper!  So there I am mysteriously tilting forward, adorable sun glasses on my head, and the next thing I know ~ s l i p ~ there goes Jennifer’s adorable sunglasses.  The sunglasses she wore on her honeymoon, the sun glasses she thought were so adorable she decided to break her rule of never buying expensive sunglasses! FRICK! FRICK! FRICK!  Yep, pretty sure those were the only words that exuded from my lips.  FRICK!

Derek being the sweet husband that he is attempts to dive down into the murky water and comb the bottom of the lake with his hand in an effort to recover my precious babies.  With 3 attempts down and us and the boat constantly drifting he finally had to call off the rescue effort.

We leave the lake and head home with my nephew JD in tote, and decide to stop at Sweet Peppers in Corinth, MS for some dinner.  I guess my parents stopped at Sweet Peppers the night before with my nephew on the way down to the lake, because the employee that brought us our meal told my nephew HEY I KNOW YOU.  YOU ATE HERE YESTERDAY.  My nephew, JD, replies back with YEA, I DID.  The employee asks WELL YOU MUST REMEMBER ME TOO, RIGHT?  I BROUGHT YOUR FOOD TO THIS TABLE LAST NIGHT.  JD replies with a pompous NO I DON’T REMEMBER YOU AT ALL!

Being the good aunt & uncle we are, we remembered to let the little guy use the restroom before we got back on the road to Memphis.  Just as we are 30 minutes from our house JD asks if we can finally stop.  I’m all why?  He’s all cuz’ I’m about to pee!  I ask well how long have you been holding it.  He replies  A REALLY LONG TIME.  He said he didn’t want to bother us and ask if we could stop to use the restroom.  Sweet kid.  Sweet kid who almost urinated inside my brand new car.  So there we are on the side of the interstate with a 6 year old on the shoulder peeing into the wind.  Hey…at least he wasn’t peeing in my car.

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