Tuesday, June 15, 2010

Bathtub

This morning, Ed walked into the living room with swim suit on and towel in hand. "Going for a swim, wanna join me?" For a half second, I thought of 6am swim practices and 60 degree water. Then I realized that we've had high nineties all week.

It was niiiiiiice.

Only problem is, Chef's radar got tweaked that Dad came in, asked me a question and then I got up! So, the relaxing swim in the pool became attack of the hyper kid.

It's okay, it was refreshing.

I could get used to this.

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