The awesome Bowkers take us (Mr. Right, The Princess and me) white water rafting every year. This year Grand Dame Bowker was particularly protective of me, for obvious reasons.
Frankly, the special treatment made it particularly fun. I didn't have to lift a finger while camping in the 100 degree heat and when we hit white water, people were throwing themselves all over me to protect my belly.
I was like a shrine and good luck token all in one. All hail me.
It was quite a sight I'm sure.
Here is just a skimming of the pictures taken.
P.S. I've been accused of making my posts a tad narcissistic.
Ha, ha, ha . . . of course I do.