I feel like I got hit by a truck.
I didn't even really drink or eat that much this weekend.
I blame my super-overly-excited attitude about the fact that is was damn near 80 degrees this weekend!
That, my friends, is a good problem to have.
What is not good is we will soon be approaching the time of year where I doubt the effectiveness of any deodorant that isn't a Rx, and start walking like a cowgirl that got slammed a little too hard over the weekend, just so my parts don't touch other parts and the sweat doesn't increase.
I was chatting with a co-worker about parks and goose shit, you know, because that is totally normal, when I remembered a story Bayou told me.
See, he is an animal lover just like me. He works outdoors and around a lot of water, and there have been countless times he has had to save an animal from drowning or dying or whatever.
I know...he's a stand-up guy I tell ya.
Anyways, dry your panties out and let's get back to the story.