Yesterday I bought a season pass to swim and do water aerobics at this pool just down the street from us. This morning I drag my butt out of bed at six am to go to my first water aerobics class. Keep in mind that I am looking like Medusa with the intent of jumping into the water the first possible moment and hoping no one notices my bed head in the mean time. I'm just not into mornings anyway and certainly not enough to wake up ten minutes EARLIER to fix my hair before getting into a pool. So I get there, notice three cars in the parking lot (all of which have a city logo), bars on the pool gates and a pool cover securely in place. Not good signs. But don't worry--I immedialty run into a city maintenance worker in desperate need of suspenders who acts like he’s never heard of a water aerobics class before and is suspicious of me possibly having a crack pipe habit. Mostly becasue he keeps staring at my hair.

I’m gonna have to go look at that brochure again. Crap.

Oregon

We went to the Oregon Coast for a week last week. Yeah, it was March. Yeah, we are morons. We were hoping to get some sun, but mostly that was only going to happen if the rays could penetrate through the eight layers of clothing we had to wear to keep our blood from freezing. But I got to see the ocean again and Shawn got to eat fish so we were happy. And Sydney? She mostly just wanted to play on the swings. Good thing we traveled 800 miles so she could play on the swings. They are way better than the ones down the block.

OK, I just got this email from my sister Heather in Montana and I HAD to share: “So when a cow is at your window watching you type, is that a peeping tom or a redneck?”

That was followed by THIS picture of her front door:



What a pervert!