New Grounds for making fun of me...

So...they say pregnant women lose brain cells. Okay not really losing braincells per se, but more long periods of severe ditzyness. My camping trip with my sister Lindsay would provide the perfect example of this. Those that know me well know that doing ditsy things bothers me...it bothers me when other people do them, it bothers me even more when I do them. I do my best to avoid all such occasions too because I don't laugh at myself very well and I really don't like being laughed at...

Lindsay and I start out on our awesome camping trip to Mustang Island and its sprinkling as we drive down there. The whole way I'm looking at Lindsay going...are you sure? We can turn around? She's like, heck no, I want to go camping. So we get there...the sky is BLACK in the distance and moving towards us. Lindsay wants to stay. Okay, we get the tent all set up, get the sleeping bags inside, unload the car a little and get our swimsuits on and head to the beach (cloud's still in the distance getting closer). We sit on the beach for about 45 min and it starts to rain. Well, we're in Texas, rain passes quickly here. We get in the car wait it out and lay back on the beach. About 20 minutes later it rains again...then it stops raining and begins to PELLET. Okay, not ice pellets...it was still rain, but it felt like we were getting shot with a pellet gun! We rush back to the camp site, our tent's already in about 6 inches of water. We start throwing stuff in trash bags (all the while both still in our swimsuits) and trying to get stuff in the car as fast as possible. Overall, there were 8 inches of rain in an hour...uh that's a lot. We get all the stuff shoved in the back of the Escape, hop in the car, and drive off.

Its raining so hard I can't see the road and we're on an island...I'm just trying to get off the island. We get over the bridge, see a Starbucks and pull in. Now here's the good part of the story...

Again, still in our swimsuits, we're SOAKING wet...I mean, we looked like we had just hopped out of the swimming pool with no towels. We're trying to get clothes on in the car, we're freezing, I'm about to puke (right, I'm pregnant...) and I just want to get into that stupid Starbucks. Finally Lindsay has clothes on, I hop out and take off for inside (its still raining really hard). We walk in like a couple of drowned rats...we looked so bad the cashier even commented on it. We order our drinks, sit down, and it dawns on me..."I don't think I locked the car." Well I knew I hadn't because I had no keys in my hand! Lindsay needs a jacket so she heads out to lock the car and get a jacket...as she's walking out she pokes her head back in and says, "you didn't even turn the headlights off." I'm like, well no biggie, my car turns them off automatically, I'm just not used to driving Greg's. Right. So she comes back in hysterically laughing (not entirely out of character for Lindsay) and telling me she never wants to hear anything again about her being a ditz (again, not entirely out of character). She then proceeds to tell me, not only did I leave the lights on...but...I LEFT THE CAR RUNNING! Windshield wipers going full blast, radio blaring, car running!! Who does something like that???!!! Oh well, I'm not going to feel too bad...I'm not the first member of my family to do that!! (Ahem, Lindsay!)