FOILED.

my plans for sewing this weekend have been completely and utterly thwarted.  i'm currently sitting on a picnic bench outside of a noisy shop full of boys using massive power tools.  i like the boys, so that's okay.  so, what does a kalkatroonan do when she can't sew?  fondly remember drinking adventures, mais oui!

ruggy spied a write-your-own-label contest from fat tire ale, and thought i should enter.  it's called joyride, and you can win the sweetest bike ever.  thirty enjoyable minutes just whizzed by as i wrote up my label (it's not on the site yet, but if you have something to holla about fat tire, go!  scribe!).  it so happens i've had my first fat tire just this past week, during my very first floating trip.  which is not actually floating.  it's canoeing.  and rapids. with nice relaxing stretches of floating.  i was told i'd need sunscreen, a hat, and sturdy shoes.  then, the night before the float, i was informed that there would absolutely be snakes.  water moccasins, to be exact.  that would not only be present in the water; no ma'am, they could very well drop from low hanging trees as well.

awesome.

obviously on the day, a little liquid courage was in order.  but horror of horrors... no wine to be had in the cooler. only beer.  i do not drink beer.  until i drank two fat tires.  they were delicious, and the ride was unforgettable.  it was NOT the dark tree covered scene from deliverance.  just look at those cliffs!  or maybe they're called bluffs! and yes, we saw two snakes!  one FIVE FEET from where we had just been swimming!

come to think of it, it's been a dangerous couple of weeks...