This is Hunter. He is the second cutest dog ever.
This morning, at around four, Sawyer started making these weird noises. And I got scared and launched myself out of my bed, turned on the light, and checked on him. He just looked at me like I was an idiot. Troll dog.
Eventually I actually got up around ten and took a shower. Then we went to Tori's to pick up Hunter and we headed out to the lake house.
On the ride to the lake, Tori and I ate a bunch of candy because we could. And then when we got there, we realized Hunter had thrown up in the car. It was really gross. But Wendy cleaned it up, which was nice of her.
So eventually, we put on our swimsuits and hung out in the lake on rafts for a while, until we decided it was time to go tubing. Tubing is a ridiculously fun thing to do. And it requires a lot of strategy. It should be in the Olympics. Anyway, usually whoever is driving the boat that the tube is tied to is trying to get the people on the tube to fly off. That's fun. Thank goodness for life jackets, because sometimes when you fly off the tube you don't know which way is up. That was a lot of fun, and we were out on the lake way longer than I thought we were.
Then we came home. Upon arriving, I realized that my arms and legs are really sunburnt. And my elbows are scraped up. And I might have a black eye from Tori's elbow flying into my face when we hit a bump on the tube.
Totally worth it.
Exhausted.
"We are young...so let's set the world on fire."
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