By the time you are reading this I will be 1000 miles from home with the boy and his dog, gallivanting through the wilderness and refusing to come out of the water… much like the entirety of my adolescence. You’d think I’d have grown gills.

I’ll be applying sunscreen by the boatload, showing off my mad Girl Scout skills, avoiding mosquitoes, and trying to convince my boyfriend that no one will hear us boning outdoors so clearly we should do it. A lot.

Obviously.

When we get back I’ll be working hard on my job situation again but until then, I’m going to thoroughly enjoy this rare vacation and the chance to show that I’m not nearly as prissy as I seem the other 99% of my life.

Hopefully with photographic evidence.