Sunday, August 31, 2008
These ruffians wanted to go swimming. But since their padre did not want to take them alone (Lesli was saving lives nursing that day), I set up the next best thing, the cooler pool. To them, it was as if they were swimming in their own little paradise. They loved it. My poor wifey-pooh wasn't as pleased with my bright idea, considering that she had just washed the cooler out a couple of days prior. Just remember this rhyme: If yo' chilluns are a fussin', the cooler pool's an option! Please rate my rhyme from 1 to 10; one being trite and foolish and 10 being spectacular.