They rented a jet ski today. It's been about 6 years since I was last on one. But I vividly recall when HH turned so sharply, I flew off into the water terrified for my life.
For some ridiculous reason, I got on with him again today. And he *almost* threw me off again. I made him take me back to the dock.
A couple hours later, I lost my intelligence and went out with him again.
This time I drove. And I somehow managed to hit a wave just right so a massive wall of water went up and over the jet ski. And its riders. I was screaming and driving blindly and choking. But so was HH. And it felt like a little bit of retribution.
Is it wrong to say that was my Joyful Moment? Maybe that makes me a touch sadistic, but it was.
Wishing you all Joyful Moments that leave you choking and screaming, but somewhat triumphant!