The sun is in full blast. The humidity is zilch (a rare occasion). There is a nice breeze blowing. Ahhh, it is a GORGEOUS day and I have all these plans that I’d like to do with the kids but, sigh, I am confined to my home. You see, our A/C is on the blitz (again) and we have a repair appt. scheduled for the ridiculous FIVE (count ’em 1-2-3-4-5!) window of 8a-1p. I was up bright and early in the hopes that the repair men would be a’knockin on my door at 8a sharp. But BECAUSE I was up so early they chose not to come. However, if I decided to sleep in then I guarantee you they would be on my door step at 7:45am wearing big smiles and I would have been forced to greet them with bed head, stinky breath and garbed in my PJ’s. Isn’t that the way it always is???? Why???
But then I remembered that we had this guy…..
And my son did the honors of hooking him up…..
His younger brother was all excited – whining, begging and barking out orders for him to hurry so they could play in the h2o. He wore his butt scratching pose which he does when he is in full command mode…..
By the way he was issuing commands I though for sure he would be diving right in. But then I noticed something…..he moved AWAY from the tiki man and got the “I don’t know about this” serious look on his face.
This might hurt!