Pool bites.

The boys were outside playing in the pool. It's been almost an hour and a half now, and I just made them come in for a break. Jack's lips are blue despite the horrendous heat outdoors. I was reading on blankets under the tree, and I was attacked by a couple of ants on my rump. I now have two ever-pinking welts on my derriere, even though I rushed inside and but some Benadryl spray on it right away.

(I'm allergic to fire ants. Luckily, these are just regular ants.)

It is a glorious day outside though. We'll go back out later, and I've left the pool up, but I wanted to come in and give my tush a chance to stop stinging. It's hard to get rid of the painful feeling while you're still sweating badly, so we came in. That, and Jack needed to warm up a bit. An hour and a half is less than half of the length of time that we are usually outside. I can't imagine how sad my kids would be if I routinely dressed them, shoed them, excited them about playing outside and then only allowed them to stay out for 10 minutes or so before corraling them back indoors. I really think the boys even GROW more while they're outside. My own little veggies, they are. :-)

_______________ = I stay on mine.

Is the rest of the equation so hard to learn?

It's funny how the neighbors hate me so much, yet they need to use my yard to have fun. I know that my swingset is a major attraction in the neighborhood and my grass is soft, fluffy and fertilized (I suppose that's why their dog keeps running away and coming here)... but really.

294-6110. A handy number to know if you've got people that won't stay off your property.