I've spent the last three days desperately ill, the last two days working and now, at 9pm on a Friday night, I'm leaving for a weekend at the shore with a dozen teenagers.
Please pray to the deity of your choice that:
a. It doesn't rain, and
b. I don't kill anyone.
DT(dear teen) has just called to ask me to bring her hairdryer down. HAIRDRYER. At the beach.