This post is for that person who is the blog patrol leader. My comments and inbox always seem to fill up with "this post is old", "time for a new post" and other such harassing messages. FYI I live in no communications land, at the cottage where the internet doesn't exist so my posts are few and far between-suck it up and live with it. It's also a great way to cover up my non-existent life :) Now that I have that out there...Here's a classic blonde Jen story for ya faithful readers. So I was having a ton of fun at my parents surprise anniversary party on Sat. at the camp when all the cousins decided to have a good old fashioned war of the raft contest. This is a little game where the guys take on the girls, and try to throw everyone else off, the last one standing is the king of the raft. Sounds a little immature for 22-32 year olds but it's a blast. I got up on the raft and everyone was telling me to take my gasses off but I said nahhhh they'll float plus I'm gonna win anyway. Three seconds later I was plucked off the raft by my 230lb 6'4'' cousin and searching for my glasses in the bottom of the lake. Life lesson: glasses don't float. Here I sit a few inches away from the screen and not able to see a friggen thing. Lesson learned.