It's SO DAMN HOT outside that I'm compelled to drill the husband about getting a swimming pool of our own by next summer. And all this talk about pools, such as, "I'm taking a dip in the pool!" "Gotta get the pool guy to come clean out our pool." "Come to our house for a pool party!" "We're only 139.59 miles away!", makes it extremely hard to resist. Let alone the drifting sounds that come from a yard with a pool. It's a little hard to ignore when the neighbors to my right, left, front and back have swimming pools. I can't resist every now and then to take a peek through the wooden fence. Just getting ideas for our future pool layout.
Anyway, it's not as if we haven't talked about getting a pool. That topic for discussion has been brought up once or twice at EVERY Southerners home while sipping on Long Island Ice Tea. Hell! I've talked about getting a pool since I was a kid! So I think it's about time that we get one!
But first things first. I need to get my 2 year old potty trained. I don't want to feel an unmistakable heat current flowing underneath me, and much less, a snickers bar floating around while we're swimming. It'd also be a good idea to get him started on some swimming lessons, too, just to ease the mind.