things i did over memorial day weekend:
went to the beach.
played with a puppy.
ate chicken wings and other things. and rhymed about it apparently.
loved a baby.
watched a couple of numbnuts play putt-putt in way-too-hot-for-putt-putt weather.
complained about how hot it was.
praised how hot it was.
thought about how lucky i am that i have known this friend since i was 14.
thought about how awesome it is to be best friends with someone i’ve known since i was 14.
rode in a car.
drove a car.
put gas in a car.
complained about spending my life savings on gas.
packed my car full of beach chairs and beach towels and a bike and a frisbee and coolers filled with ice and beer and snacks and then thought about living inside my car because i pretty much had everything anyone needs during the summer months.
then thought about how my favorite song is all about living in the back of your car and how ironic it was that i was considering doing just that.
then remembered i loved air conditioning.
went to the pool which was closed because there was goose poop in the pool.
laughed at the concept of goose poop in the pool.
insisted that goose poop could not kill me and that swimming in the ocean couldn’t be any safer because sharks and people alike poop in the ocean and pay no mind to it whatsoever.
found out that some california lifeguards make over 200K a season and listened closely as my jaw went crashing to the floor.
thought about my red bathing suit that i was going to retire and realized that, instead, i needed to locate it as soon as i got home.
thought about california.
found my red bathing suit.
hoped i still remembered cpr.
thought about how awesome it would be to save someone’s life.
then thought about how awesome it is just to change someone’s life.
then became grateful for the people who gave UP their life.
for all of us.
even when they don’t know us.
and how that is the most awesome thing of all.
even more awesome than goose poop.