Lake Powell Cliff Notes

Lake Powell.  What can I say?  Especially at one o'clock in the a.m. 

I could always say OMGOSH and punctuate it with a bunch of !!!! because technically it's Father's Day and technically I'm lying here in the dark sweating from every pore. Not because I'm hot, but because I've been so busy lounging around all week sinking my summer toes into the summer sand at Lake Powell that I haven't had time to shop for Father's Day food or gifts. Or accessories. Or paraphernalia.  

Luckily my hub doesn't want much.  He actually only asked for one thing--that we all skip church. 

Of course this puts me in a bit of a moral pickle because I'm so subservient to my hub. And also because I live to make his every wish my command. I'm like a jeanie in a bottle that way, (when I'm not busy sinking my summer toes into the summer sand).

I could say all that, but instead I'm just going to say LAKE POWELL and leave it at that.

Nuff said.

PSYCH! 

Did you seriously think I could sum up my first trip to Lake Powell in two words?  That Makes less sense than Wordless Wednesday.  

But in the interest of time, (and Father's Day) allow me to post the Lake Powell cliff note version:

I don't lead an exciting life. But I know people who do, so I mooch. I live vicariously. That's who I am. And what I stand for.

Hence the Lake Powell invite.

My whole famdamily was pumped, even me. I'm all about bare naked feet, plus a bare naked face for four. days. straight. 

Add a speed boat the likes of which peels off your first layer of skin, and if you leave your mouth open, makes your cheeks flap ferociously. 

(My favorite girls camp adverb.)   

Throw in enough food to be gluttonous for a month and I become living proof that good girls really do finish last. 

No, seriously, I'm a good girl. And I really did finish last. 

Ask my hub. 

There were three of us mom ladies on the houseboat and I took the bronze medal in preparing mouth-watering, knee-slapping fresh, organic, authentic meals.  

I also took the bronze medal in the best lake hair, glitter toes and Victoria Secret sweats, and although I was the  least physically endowed, domestically skilled and fashion sensible, I had thee time of my life.  

I may not have had the best smelling lotions or the cutest swimsuit cover ups, but I did get the first cold sore so nani nani boo boo. 

And I was, hands down, the best crash test dummy on the boat. Especially during Mafia when I kept accusing the narrator of being the hit man and everyone kept asking me if I was feeling dizzy or if I needed to lay down. 

Turns out I did need to lay down because, as I discovered, sleeping is contagious. And addicting. It seemed like the more I slept the more I needed to sleep.  

You get me? 

Relaxing can really take a lot out of you.  That's alls I'm saying.

But that's not alls I have to say. I have so much more to say about Lake Powell. SOOOOOO MUCH! 

And I have so much photographic evidence. SOOOOOOOOOO MUCH! 

But it's after one o'clock a.m. and I have so little energy. SOOOOOO LITTLE! 

Let me just say that there were things I did and things I ate and things I read and things I felt that I just have to TELL you about before I pop. 

So I'll be right back after Father's Day.

LY!!!

P.S. For the record, yes, we are skipping Sponge Bob church but we are attending outdoor Sunday School at the magic cabin.  So there!