Watch out for the fun police.

No matter how horrible I feel about my job some days, from here on out, I'm going to remind myself that I don't have to work weekends unless I choose to, I don't have to wear dorky fake-cop uniforms, and I don't have to spend hot summer afternoons standing on the banks of a beach, writing out $500 tickets and wrecking everyone's fun.

What ever happened to swimming at your own risk? If I'm worried about the threat of drowning or E-Coli, I'll be sure to keep myself away from the water. Until that day, Im'ma keep on keeping on.

~sarah p.

p.s. Crystal and I actually avoided all tickets by being very clever, plus we were probably both born with horseshoes up our asses. Probably.