Bear Mountain

At roughly 6:30am this morning, I opted to not go to Bear Mountain as planned. Why? Because my mother was annoying me, despite me being fully awake (don't ask me how that happened). She soon got irritated as I think my father did.. but I don't really care. They will be fine when they get home. This thing is going on for another 3 weeks anyways. To their credit, I will admit that it is a beautiful day to be there selling. My mother made some comment about their being state police patrols through there all day and I quipped back with something to the tune of "Oh, so when you say every morning that there's no way I'll ever be one, I'll feel that much better looking at them?" However, I do love men in uniform, rarrrr. I'm betting, though, that they are the state *park* police and to me, that just doesn't cut it. They may go through the same academy and all that, but they still aren't "troopers". No purple with the gray, just black and gray. No thank you. Although I suppose if one was hot enough, I could make concessions. Libido out of control.