My life has two speeds: go & go-ier. Fast & Faster. More & More-ier.
You get the idea.
In typical Johnson fashion, we dashed off camping for the weekend with about 12 minutes notice. Michele called and she, Saray and her dad were livin' it up at Priest Laker and looking for company (and someone who owns a jet-ski!) so we threw everything in the car and headed out first thing Friday morning. After a four hour drive and a stop at my kids' new favorite place, Sonic, for a yummy-yum lunch, we found ourselves at the end of Reeder Bay Road in a fabulous campsite.
We had a blast.
We laughed, swam, cried, ate, laughed some more, cried some more, and took a serious beating thanks to Bizradicus on the tube. (This is where I would post pictures of our tube-riding experience, but me, in a lifevest, face-down on a tube, does not make for PG viewing.) It was completely blissful and I am so, so glad that we live our lives in constant go-mode or I know we would have missed out on great memories with remarkable people.
Sometimes it really IS more important to leave the dishes in the sink and have fun with those you love. Isn't that what summer is all about?