Bee's Knee's

Last weekend I left my baby and hubby at home to compete in the Women’s C Division slo-pitch provincials. 14 of us super awesome chicks made our way to sunny Kelowna and proceeded to kick some ass. But while being a successful weekend ball-wise, it wasn’t short of its share of drama. We have uteruses – it comes with the territory, no?

I must add as well that I was either playing ball or drunk, which explains the lack of posting, blog-stalking, and twitter updates. I have a reputation to upkeep ‘yo.

 I think my weekend can be summed up in a few short bullet points:

• Bee-Boop is the bee’s knee’s
• Sunburns are NOT the bee’s knee’s
• Black Cherry coolers are meant to stay IN the mouth, not on white carpet
• Whiffle ball into the lake is my new favorite summertime activity. Sober OR drunk.
• 30 degree weather and softball should be prepared for. Seriously. I was unprepared.
• Vanilla vodka and gingerale is the bee’s knee’s
• What happens in Kelowna stays in Kelowna (but it’s the bee’s knee’s)

I think that’s where I’ll leave it. So many stories to share, but so many that shouldn’t be. Sorta the way these ladies weekends go…and this one is no exception. Back to my regular scheduled posting. When funny inspires of course.

Women's Armed N' Hammered 'C' Division Provincial Champions. Who look sexy in orange socks