Yesterday morning my friend Kirsten (pronounced Key-r-sten ... and if you can't remember that, then you are not really her friend) called me at 9 a.m. (which would normally be a risky thing for someone to do, waking me up at a ridiculous hour like nine in the morning, but seeing as trying to get a good night's rest in the fiery, flaming pits of hell that is my bedroom during this heatwave is about as productive as trying to build a snowman right now, she got away with it ... ) and asked if I wanted to join her and the girls for an impromptu trip to the little lake up the road from us.

Would I? WOULD I? Would I like chocolate chip cookies to be my main source of sustenance? Would I like 100 dollar bills to rain from the sky? Would I like to immerse myself in a vat of melted Swiss chocolate with no one to keep me company but Vin Diesel?

Yeah, I suppose I could carve a few minutes out of my schedule to submerge my whiny, overheated, sweat-soaked self in the cool, clear, glacial waters of Browning Lake. I'll bring chocolate chip cookies for lunch.

Oh, also, I have moved. My new address is:

Michelle Bartleman
The Person Floating in the Middle of Browning Lake
Murrin Provincial Park, B.C.
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