There Are Jockey Lot Gators In There...

I don't know what it is with me and extra-curricular activities lately, but I'm gettin' on it. This Saturday, P and I got semi-volunteered to do the Upstate Dragon Boat Festival. A friend of mine is on the planning committee for the SC Ovarian Cancer Foundation and they need more team members. So, Saturday morning at 8:30, I'll be paddling across Lake Hartwell proudly proclaiming that every woman get her yearly pap. Which, by the way, is super important. Really. You can even leave after your appointment and tell your man the "horror" stories that supposedly happen at the gyno, make him feel super bad for you and let him rub your feet while you eat all the ice cream you want. I say it's a win, overall, yeah?

So, in short, come see me paddle. Make big, sparkly signs. And do NOT laugh if I fall in the water, because I've already been having nightmares about this and getting attacked by the alligators that live in Hartwell now. Which is totally true, by the way. I don't care what anybody says....there are gators in the lake.

Well, hey Mr. Ness...keep a lookout for your gator friends for me?