And I won't care the least about wearing make-up.
And my hair will be dreaded by next Tuesday.
And I will stink like fish guts and salmon eggs, and love it. Because in Soldotna, everyone stinks like fish.
And I may eat a couple of jumbo size Butterfingers while fishing on the Kenai. And give Westyn a few.
And I will be forced to drink regular coffee for 7 straight mornings with a few Starbucks runs inbetween.
And I may have a few apple fritters or maple bars from the local donut shop that is To. Die. For.
And I will watch Troy introduce his little girl to all of his childhood "Uncles" that all happen to look like Santa Claus or somebody that sleeps in the bush. But are the coolest people on the planet.
And I will sit on the river bank with a bottle of Alaskan Amber watching all the guide boats come in for the day.
And I will drink 20 bottles of wine in 7 days with my Father-in-Law, because that's just what we do.
CANNOT wait to get on that plane Friday morning so I can lose touch with my sometimes high-maintenance self and turn into a grisly fisherman.
