I just wanted to get in and tell the truth about our weekend before Don does.

No doubt he will tell you most of the story, but when he gets to the bit about our little swim, don't believe his version.Below is photographic evidence of me being pulled, fully clothed, into the sub zero waters of Emma Gorge against my will. The photos of me being forced to swim to the other side of the gorge to the waterfall, gasping and numb, are not clear so I didn't include them. You also don't get to hear Don whispering things like, "Happy Mother's Day, Jodi", and "Aren't you glad you came in?" while I am struggling against hypothermia.

This is me after my ordeal. Notice Don's heartless face in the corner of the photo.

And remember that I had to hike almost an hour back to the car in my soaking clothes.

Folks, that was my Mother's Day, and that is the kind of man I married.