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It’s swimsuit season.
Well, maybe not where you are, but it’ll be near ninety today here and well over that by this weekend. And one of our city pools is open weekends and I’ve run out of excuses why we aren’t there.
The world ain’t ready for me. They weren’t last year, and let’s just say things haven’t improved any.
So what. Consider this fair warning…
So we go to the pool, and my son brings along a frozen bottle of Ozarka to play with. (what? like you don’t let your kids play with ice) So of course, not long after we arrive, the ice has melted and he has a water bottle to play with.
Things are going good, right?
(Those of you with boys? I see you shaking your heads. Yes, I should have known better. I really thought we were past this phase.)
At some point, the five of us are playing, nay, frolicking and having a good time, happy to have a chance to cool off in the late afternoon. My son pulls his water bottle up from underwater and goes “Look!”
It. was. yellow.
Now, I might have said something at this point that can’t be printed in a family blog. But since this isn’t a family blog, I can tell you that I sent him to sit on a bench, and turned away (but not before catching out of the corner of my eye as he poured his “sample” all over the concrete) before I could start laughing like a fool.
The rest of us went and played, and after a few minutes my wife made me go talk to him (she will not discuss Penis Issues. Some biologist. Hmph.)
Anyway, I sat down (still struggling not to laugh) and said “Do you know why I’m upset?”
“yes.”
I continued: “One of the basic pool rules is that you don’t pee in the pool. Ever. Not even in a bottle.”
“But,” he said, pointing, “it’s not on the sign.”
He had a point. I looked at the sign that said things like “no glass containers” and “no smoking” and “no diving in shallow water” and NOWHERE did it say “don’t pee in the pool.” It specifically said nothing at all about bottles.
At this point I went ahead and laughed, and told him to swim, but don’t try this again…
Tags: pool, water-bottle
Whoa, I need to slow down, or I’ll have used up all my Good Times for the week in one morning.
I ordered more laundry soap from Charlies Soap. Â Yeah, cuz I’m exciting, I also ordered a gallon of all purpose cleaner (I have plenty of squirt bottles). Â Woot! Â And yes, this stuff works, or I wouldn’t order it or blog about it. Â Ahem.
My son awoke last night having nightmares about girlfriends that turn out to be bloodsuckers. Â (I’m not making this up). Â He’s only eight, so what does he know? Â (don’t answer that). Â I think it has more to do with playing several hours of Ratchet and Clank over the course of the weekend than anything else.
In my weekend wrapup, I forgot to say that we went swimming yesterday afternoon. Â Or if I did mention it I didn’t give it enough attention. Â It was absolutely, hands down, wonderful. Â The baby was busy exploring the parts of the pool she could stand in, my wife managed to swim a few laps (both with and without an escort by my son), my boys played with other kids for the longest time in some kind of complicated nerf-ball game. Â And it was just.. nice. Â No fighting, no crying (except when they blew the whistle to say the pool was closing, my daughter started crying. Â She did not want to leave, but we promised that we’d be back very soon).
Back to monday – guess what’s next on the agenda? Â Go ahead, guess.
That’s right, suckas – I’m going to the Post Office! Â If my life rocked any more, I’d need to be medicated.
Update: 35 minutes in line to mail one stinkin’ letter. Â If it wasn’t going to Canada, I could have used the machine in the lobby (twelve seconds, including swiping my credit card). Â A true exercise in inefficiency. Â Too bad we have such an investment in the USPS that we can’t just let it go and be replaced by a newer, better run business. Â Like a lemonade stand run by three year olds.
Tags: charlies-soap, pool