It's true. Know how I know? He keeps sending me signs.
Exhibit A: We have a very large, very flat backyard. Perfect for a pool. With a diving board.
Exhibit B: I have a spot all picked out in the backyard for our deluxe, in ground, salt water (though I'm open to chlorine) pool. With a nicely landscaped patio surrounding it, of course. I have pointed out this special spot in the yard for a few summers. My husband (who absolutely DOES NOT want a pool) planted a large oak tree in this particular spot and the tree died. Gone. Poof. No more oak tree.
Exhibit C: I bought season passes to the public pool for this summer and I've gone several times. Only one time was without incident. The most recent pool episode was a few days ago and the water turned (of all colors) brown.
Brown, people, brown.
Nothing empties a crowded pool faster than the water turning brown. Cognitively I know the water turned brown for some completely rational reason, yet the junior high kid that lives inside of me automatically thinks someone had a bad reaction to a gas station burrito and got a raging case of the schidoozles right there in the shallow end of the public pool.
Brown, people, brown.
Nothing empties a crowded pool faster than the water turning brown. Cognitively I know the water turned brown for some completely rational reason, yet the junior high kid that lives inside of me automatically thinks someone had a bad reaction to a gas station burrito and got a raging case of the schidoozles right there in the shallow end of the public pool.
Exhibit D: We have moles in our yard. What? You don't see the connection between having a mole in your yard and the need for a pool? One of my good friends has a pool and guess what she found in the filter? A mole. Dead, of course. Here's my point: we could use a pool as varmint control.
Exhibit E: It's 8:45 at night and still 92 degrees with 93% humidity. I instantly melt when I step outside to see what Ninja Kitty is up to. And hons, the sight of me melting is not cute.
If those aren't signs that God wants me to have a pool, I don't know what is.
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Exhibit E: It's 8:45 at night and still 92 degrees with 93% humidity. I instantly melt when I step outside to see what Ninja Kitty is up to. And hons, the sight of me melting is not cute.
If those aren't signs that God wants me to have a pool, I don't know what is.
We are not getting a pool!
ReplyDeletebut ... but ... but ... you could have underwater expeditions (read ... new lenses baby and super cool pictures), and it would be such a great way to exercise, and the girls would surely improve their swim team skills.
ReplyDeleteOR ... you could spend days floating on a lovely colored raft with diet coke in the cup holder ... and ... and ... and ... invite friends over that kinda hate the public pool (though that sorta kills the sport of people watching) ~ and I know one friend that would even come armed with a Taco Called Wanda with extra Queso :)
hee hee .... Anissa
yer gettin a pool!
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