Note to self:

Don't ride on the (uncushioned) bow of a boat on choppy 2 ft. seas unless you enjoy waking up feeling like a Mack truck hit you at full speed. Seriously. I think I need a chiropractor and my ass looks like it had one hell of an encounter with a spank-happy dominatrix. No, really. There might be some fiberglass shards still stuck in my skin. I would pay with various currencies, sexual favors, my first born child, etc., just for a back and shoulder massage. I am hurting. Apparently, the more beer and sun you soak up, the higher the pain threshold for things like being tossed around a boat, having your C cups bouncing into your chin, jamming your hipbones into the railing, feeling your vertebrae compound...you know, the usual. Don't get me wrong though, 'cause we had one helluva time.