Can’t Move My Arms
I just got back from trying to water ski and wakeboard this weekend for Shannon Eagan’s birthday at Clear Lake. I have to say, I could definitely spend more weekends like that. Yeah, it was pretty white trash, but what the heck is wrong with spending your day in 85-90 degree weather on a sweet ski boat on a lake with virtually nobody on it? Oh, did I mention the cold Modelo Especials we were drinking? Yeah, those are good too. The only downside is that I could not get out of the water (6 people in the boat and my fat ass were not helping the situation) Saturday or Sunday. At this point, the palms of my hands burn in the shower and I feel like Danielle whaled on me with a baseball bat. But, I am pretty psyched to try it all again in the next week. That is if the hurricane let’s us get out to Georgia safely.
