Jiggle

I'm going to Heber Springs this weekend for the first time ever. I hear it is beautiful. I'll be attempting to water ski for the first time in, oh let's say 15 years. I'm going to take the most recent Murakami book I've been meaning to read but haven't found the time. There's only one small kink in this relaxing weekend on the lake - my boyfriend's cousin is coming in from LA. She has the personality of a shrub and the body of a heroin-chic model. Annoying combo. So I'll feel like even more of a fat cow as my fat jiggles in the wind behind the speed boat(if I'm actually able to get up on the skis). Oh well, it'll be fun. It's not a party until the fat starts jiggling.