As I sit in my bed with wet hair that I just don't feel like drying, I'm typing like a spaz because I was attacked by fire ants. My left index finger and my left foot are nearly twice their normal size...obviously fire ants and I do NOT get along. I wish I could take a picture of my fingers, but N is already in bed, and I'm just not that talented. Maybe tomorrow.
Also, I think my feet are going to fall off. Who decided that putting little rocks around the pool was a good idea? Why can't they just be plain and have concrete. I don't need a resort pool...and speaking of pools, this one felt more like taking a bath tonight. It was not cold, or even cool. It was lukewarm bathwater. Yick.
Eight of the ten boys showed up, and that's pretty awesome! They all had a blast, shooting each other with water guns. After they played for a while, they all got out for some hot dogs, chips, and fruit...and then they went back in WITHOUT waiting 30 minutes. I know...we're rebels. From the time the first group of boys showed up, I was under fire from sniper water gun fire. By the time another family showed up, it looked like I'd wet my pants, and my green tank top was totally soaked.
When N's friend, J, did something (I have no clue what it was at this point), I picked him up and threw him in the pool. Bad idea. His dad, little brother, and N avenged his attack, and I went into the pool, fully clothed. Into bathwater. Refreshing.
After we ate, I saw a gun floating near the side and jumped in...and for the next hour or two, I was attacked by every single kid in the pool. Some were my allies...until they turned on me, but the good thing about boys? They always come back. At one point, I had J as a human shield in the front and his little brother, E, in the back. Awesome. Until one of the others shot me right in the temple.
The coach's son had some sort of vendetta towards me, and I have to wonder why. Seriously, he was brutal, and totally trying to drown me. They all had a blast, and so did I. I was one of two adults (and the only female) to go into the pool and fight the baseball team. I'd like to thing I was victorious. They all gave up and moved on to fighting each other, and I got out to have grown-up talk time...until they weren't paying attention, and I went back for a sneak attack.
It was a blast. And some of the boys didn't want to leave...and what's even more interesting is that I had a great conversation with one of the moms that I never thought I would've had. It was hilarious, and entirely too revealing...my favorite kind! Seriously, though, it was so fun/funny. It's amazing what comes to the surface after a few drinks are consumed! I'll be laughing about that for a while, that's for sure.
When it was just N, J, & E left, it was time to wrap it up...and it, per usual, it was way later than we expected. It took N & me two trips to get all of the stuff down there, and then he went back for another water gun. It took one trip to take everything home, and one major spill of stuff before we both exclaimed, "THIS SUCKS!" at the same time, although, I was talking about the mess and he was talking about J not being able to stay.
Because, y'all? He adores J. And it's mutual. They both claim each other as their best friend...they just haven't mentioned being "exclusive" yet.
And that makes my heart so happy, I don't know what to do about it.
Aubs
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