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OK, this is more like it! This is what we will be viewing by tomorrow afternoon, though the temperatures will not be cooperating. That’s OK, I could sit by the blue lagoon for hours on end, with an umbrella or not. If you want to swim on pool opening day, you can either spend the big bucks to heat the water and then freeze your patooty off when you get out, or get a wet suit.
The wranglers both picked up the miserable bug of the week, no pool time for them anyway. I always try to get opening day on May 5th so I have an excuse to make a pitcher of margaritas all for myself. But this year we are a couple days early, appletini anyone?
The wranglers will probably be home from school, hacking and sneezing all over creation. You’d think it was a curse to hand them a box of kleenex and ask then to blow!
“But I don’t want to blow my nose Mom.”
“Dear Wrangler, this is not something I can do for you, it is something you must do yourself.”
“But Mom, I don’t want to take any medicine that might make me feel better. This way I can whine and mope around all day and make you insane.”
“But Rocket Boy, I want you to get well, so you can get the hell out of my face, go back to school to learn something very important.”
Then of course Channel Chick chimes in and tells me she is also not feeling well. Well yea, after hunking down a larger than average chocolate bar, a glass of milk, and a rice krispies treat, who the hell would feel human?
She figures that if Rocket Boy gets to stay home, then she must think of a way to make it a party.
“But Mom, I am just as sick as he is, and I just know he is your favorite anyway.”
There is so much competition between these kids, even in sickness and in health.
“No dear, I don’t have a favorite kid, that there ought to tell you something. I adore each one of you just the same, and want each one of you to just get well, and I mean a speedy recovery and get the hell back to school, my days of freedom are numbered.”
But hey when we’re talking about The Black Dog and Smart Border Collie, well they just have my heart. They own me and I couldn’t function without those two showing Mommy the way.
They actually don’t like getting in the pool, but they love the automated pool cleaner who dives and roams around silently under the water, until BLAST, he resurfaces only to squirt one of the canines right on top of the head. The can chase the thing at least half of the day. BTW, the pool cleaner has the name of “Squidward” like on Spongebob, because of the tentacles/hose and the attitude. So the fun begins tomorrow, wish you could join us, I’ll be posting photos of the pool just like a proud Mom.
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