Tell me a tale about: the safari.
We had orders for a small amount of a lot of different things this week, so even though it seemed like we had a lot of harvesting to do it actually went quite quickly. Never a bad thing.
"This is so not a good idea," Emily announced too loudly as we exited our tent.
"You don't say," I replied without looking at her.
"What, like you're okay with riding around in a windowless jeep when there are tigers out there just dying for a bite of our delicious flesh?"
"I don't think that ought to be your biggest concern," I said, wishing they hadn't confiscated my tequila at the border.
"Oh, really?" I couldn't believe her voice was actually capable of reaching a higher octave. "So what, oh brilliant genius friend of mine, should I be worrying about?"
"Just the fact," I said, speaking slowly for her benefit, "that you've gone and mistaken the bottle of barbeque sauce for the suntan lotion again."