For the last two days, I have been sitting on my bitty-bitty-bum (more like booty-booty-BAM!), watching reruns of Charmed on Netflix. In my swimsuit. With a pillow on my tummy, flipped every two minutes to stay cool. It has been a sad (and HOT!) life over here, and I finally have something (semi)adventurous to blog about.
Yay you guys, right? No, nein, yay ME!
Yesterday, the oh-so-gorgeous (watermelon) Cheyenne texted me, and we chatted about this and that, small-talked like champs, annnddd…
That’s the extent of my adventure.
Just kittens! Guys, I am SO just kittens right Meowth!
We made a plan to go swimming, and swimming we went a few hours later. Off we headed to the glorious lake, where glorious water resides, obviously.
We swam (or stood, because Cheyenne is scared of deep water) and just generally had a good time.
We also played G-string. Which is a game we made up on the spot. The game involved Telea rolling her swimsuit bottoms into her buttcrack and seeing how willing she was to wade out of the water and onto the beach. Which is gross, because though Telea has a nice shapely behind, it is also whiter than a whole tub of mayonaisse.
However, we wanted to make new friends, so when we spotted a cute guy sitting out on the log alone, Cheyenn threw all caution to the wind for me and boogie-boarded over deep water to have me meet him.
I suppose an explanation is needed. Cheyenne, that silly goose, has a handsome boyfriend, and believes that all of her closest friends need handsome boyfriends as well.
Spurred on by Cheyenne’s new catchphrase of the day, I made new friends.
He was nice, and he even told me his mother’s name. We are now going to be Facebook friends (he and I, not his mother and I).
I also ran into an old friend from the lake, who we had creeped on just a few weeks before. We run into him often, and he gets a little confused whenever he sees me. Hell if I know why.
We then hopped into Cheyenne’s car, blazed down the highway, yelling: “Go, Betsy, GO!” And looked for a place to eat. We settled on gas station food, and picnicked in the local cemetary, which by day is gorgeous and by night is the classic ‘cemetary on the hill where all those kids died’.
The tombstones date back to the early 1800’s, so it was pretty cool! All in all, it was a really just generally awesome time, and Cheyenne is just generally my favorite Sasquatch/Watermelon of all time.
It’s okay, though, watermelon is sexy.
Anywho, that was my adventure for the day, and uhmmm…
Oh Oh Oh!
Tomorrow we will discuss boys. Or men. Or maybe not. We shall see. Just wait and see…