On Sunday afternoon, I was presented with the choice to
a) wash laundry, unload the dishwasher, and complete a host of other responsible activities to prepare myself for the week ahead
b) hurdle myself down a 10-story waterslide.
Guess which one I picked?
On our way home from an overnight camping trip with friends (SO FUN!), Ben and I passed a sign for “America’s Largest Water Park.” We had our swimsuits in the car and exactly enough sunscreen to survive an afternoon in the sun. The universe was being clear with her intentions, so who were we to disappoint her?