Pool Day


Nothing.


Things were pretty calm and civilized until J. and P. came. They brought A., P.'s brother, with them.
Two big boys in the pool. You know what that means.
T-R-O-U-B-L-E.
The waves got wavier, the splashing got splashier and the squirting was out of control.
There was a cannonball contest. E. gave it her best but she only made little splurps in the water. For Pete's sake, she only weighs about twelve pounds soaking wet.
J. won the contest. No shocker there.
Wee-haw! What fun! The little girls were hanging onto their inner tubes like they were in the perfect storm. It looked like a season finale of "The Deadliest Catch".



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