Stop Crying!!!!

We went on a fishing trip with a couple friends last night. I had tons of fun. Fished (if you consider casting the line a couple times then handing the pole to my husband cuz I'm bored "fishing"), swam, and most of all I relaxed.

On our way out to the lake, we had to stop to get munchies and drinks. We first stopped at a tiiiiiiny gas station. I had already picked out a Slim Jim and a couple other things. Everybody else wanted to go to a bigger gast station because there wasn't much there they wanted. I asked the female of the other couple that was with us if I could at leasy buy my Slim Jim. She looked at me and jokingly but stern says, "No." I started crying in the middle of the gas station because I wanted a frickin Slim Jim!

Then later on after we'd fished for a while, they finally caught a fish (with my pretty orange fake worm I picked out, might I add). They guy of the other couple pulled out his knife and was going to chop it up and use it as bait. I was screaming at him and telling him no. He was nice and goes out of sight to cut the fish up. I started crying!

Really?! I'm getting tired of these tears. I cry over stupid stuff. Ugh! Just a few more weeks and the second trimester will be here and hopefully I won't be crazy!