Being as last Memorial Day Weekend left me sunburned, lying on a wooden dock, wearing nothing but my bikini, a soggy hooded sweatshirt and a pair of men's large white fishing boots, I'd say I've got some work to do to keep everyone's high expectations of my low expectations for myself. The way I see it is, I have a lot to celebrate. I know I said last year was a long, cold, lonely winter and swore up and down I was going to hang myself from the shower rod. Well this year ... this year wasn't any better, actually. The only real difference is that this year B will tell you he's just glad I didn't hang HIM from the shower rod. Progress? Nope, but I'll drink to that anyway. Plus, down at the Cape we're staying with Doug's cousins and all of their crazy friends and so far the emails have consisted of mostly incoherent inside jokes, Kenny Rogers references, a man named "Pukey" and a variation of everyone's favorite binge drinking game known as Wizard Staff Beer Pong. If I'm going to surpass last year's lack of dignity, this is certainly the crew I'm going to do it with.
See ya on Tuesday, folks. I've got some good times to have.Tweet