So, it came as no big mystery to me that my genetics had something to do with what I saw out on the back patio this afternoon. Ah, yes. The white-trash jacuzzi. Live it up, boys. Live it up. There's a little Van Sciver in you after all. And you know we have more fun.
Friday, March 21, 2008
So very Cool!
When I was growing up, the oldest of nine children in a quaint town in New Jersey, keeping cool in the humid summers was tricky. We never lived in a house with a pool, but that didn't mean we never went swimming! We swam in anything and everything that would hold water for even a little while, and it didn't matter how dirty or algae-ridden or bug-infested that water was. We just wanted to cool off! My sister recollected this in her blog a week or so ago and we all had some good laughs. (see "Screaming on the Inside" the post dated March 8th, the p.s.---read the comments too for a vivid good time.)