Unh unh. Nope. No, no, no, no, no. (That’s how many times I had to say it before they left me in the soap shop).
Silly me, I forgot my wetsuit. And my raft. Oh, we can rent them? Really? How lovely, but I have to run and mail the postcards.
Never occurred to me. Never.
No, I don’t think so. Flexibility doesn’t count for much during a rock slide. And where are the bathrooms? Just where are the bathrooms? No, I don’t think so.
Well, this shouldn’t even be allowed. Are there no rules? I need rules.
I did this! The canyon walk! (With only the teeniest, tiniest panic attack, lasting only about forty-five minutes).
Well, I’m home. Mountains of laundry await – hah! Doesn’t bother me at all.