A long time ago I learned from Reader’s Digest that no one
really wants to hear about my gall bladder surgery (Yeah—I was shocked too).
However, no one—and I mean NO ONE—can resist a heart-warming
story of a more-than-halfway-dead (hey—I am almost 50) woman crossing off an
item on her bucket list.
Bucket List Item #4 –
Wakeboard before I turn 50
Action plan – Attempt wakeboarding
in a freshwater lake, away from beaches, to minimize the possibility of another
ugly harpooning incident
Real-life photographic proof:
Me (bobbing in the water wearing magic helmet and bossing
everyone around, because I know EVERYTHING)
Me (realizing my pectoral fins are worse than useless—they are
non-existent, and the Fiber-one bars are not quite working as designed)
Me (getting up on the wakeboard, gliding across the water in
perfect form)
Me (preparing to crash & wishing I had a magic nose plug
to go with my magic helmet)
Me (underwater, spouting water from both nostrils)
Wakeboarding model displaying form, fashion, and ferran-tastic-ness (Ignoring the shouts of “Free Willy!”)
Hooray! I did it!
WARNING: Do not try this at home or near whaling vessels
