It's a rainy afternoon in South Carolina and Ellery's parents- that would be 27-year-old ME and my 30-year-old husband are taking runny-goes, fully clothed into my nieces' slip n slide. Why would I do such a thing you ask? Well I went outside to ask my husband for the bank card so I can purchase a nice little photography studio for my etsy businesses and I see him soaking wet, shirt off, covered in grass. "What?" he says. "Did you do the slip n slide?" I ask. He grins. So then I ask the next most obvious question. "Well was it awesome!?"
By this point my sister-in-law, my sister, my mom, and all of my nieces and nephews are outside. I don't quite remember how the idea for me to get on t his thing happened but I do remember my sister clucking at me like a chicken. And like Marty from the Back to the Future movies- Nobody calls me chicken.
Dumb Mistake #1- Peep Show. I have on two tank tops, a white and a blue. For some reason I thought it would be a good idea to take off the blue one before slipping and sliding. Less layers would make me go faster? Who knows. But as EVERYONE knows if you get white wet, it's see-through. Whoops. Where's that other tank top, I need it ASAP!
Dumb Mistake #2- Bad form. I could see that my husband was getting farther by doing a little jump as he got to the edge of the mat. I tried this, but it didn't work out so great. Something happened to my elbows. And my neck. And my back. But I did make it to the pool at the end, which by this time is full of grass.
So by this time I'm soaked and feeling a little bit, I don't know, OLD, so I go in to change clothes. I look down on the floor and OH NOES! My jeans have faded on my mom's carpet! Quick- must sneak carpet foam into the guest bedroom and clean this up! *scrub scrub scrub*
What a second, wasn't I doing something? Oh yeah I was ordering that new photo studio from amazon.com and I was going to get it over-nighted so I can take lots and lots of pictures of my food jewelry. But since I decided to play in the rain, on a slip n slide, in my clothes, I now won't get it until Monday.
Rats! I blame it all on my mom not letting me have one as a kid. Hmph!