Fun does not equal stupidity

I am not stupid.
I am not stupid.
I am not stupid.
I am not stupid.
I am not stupid.
I am not stupid.

I'll keep saying this. Why would anyone think I am stupid? Well perchance a few (like my doctors if I asked them but I am not going to) if I told them I was going white water rafting. Actually I am not rafting I am going floating which is very different.

A friend of mine is having a significant (defined as ending in a 0) birthday next February and she wants to go white water rafting. But as she lives in New Hampshire, it is impossible in February. It would be more like sledding or ice skating or some weird morphed sport in between. So we are celebrating early, like now when there is water not ice in the river.

Shortly I am leaving to drive 1 3/4 hours north to her house. We will then pile six of us into her husband's truck and drive another 3 1/2 hours north into the woods of Maine where we will sleep in bunk houses, build a bonfire, and make every effort to embarrass the teenagers who are accompanying us. This trip is made up of her female friends and some of their teenage daughters - I am sure we can properly mortify them.

Tomorrow morning we will get up and all the rest of them, except one who injured her back, will go white water rafting. The injured friend and I will float down a gentle portion of the river on tubes and not further damage our bodies. Then we will pile back in the truck and drive 3.5 hours south and then another 1 3/4 hours south.

So I am not stupid. Really. I will not carry anything heavy. I will not do anything that causes any pain. I will bring all my drugs with me. I will not be stupid. But I will have fun. (And I made a bunch of brownies to feed the bears that might come by so they won't bother us.)

A note to potential burglars: our house will be protected by the cat in my absence who is backed up by my ex-military husband so don't even think about it. The cat will do everything possible to protect his supply of cat treats and canned food.