Tomorrow I am leaving work early and heading to Florida.

I know, I know. "Oh Steph, you're soooooo lucky. Pack me in your suitcase!"
Well, screw that. I hate Florida. Nevertheless, we are going to go swelter in BFE central Florida, and I will hide from the sun under a giant hat and a lot of sunblock.

Why am I torturing myself for four days in a state where people go to die?
My in-laws have a farm there, and this weekend is their town's annual pig wrestling contest.

Now, I can't promise that I personally will be wrestling, since I need to protect my tender belly and all the displaced organs therein, but everyone ELSE will be wrestling, and that seems like a pretty amusing way to spend a Saturday. Also, I never see my in laws and that will be nice. It will be nicer when they move back to Ohio, HINT HINT, for any of them who happen to be reading this.

Side note: Must every contestant on the Price is Right be batshit fucking insane? Is that, like, a requirement?