Today Mr. B's entire 2nd grade class is coming home with him after school--walking across the field and spending 2 hours here for a pool party in our back yard. The weather should hold, the water seems clean and warm, the bowls are ready to be filled with chips and snacks and a few moms volunteered to help keep the monkeys in line.
Because of the big party today, I spent some time yesterday getting the pool in order, and of course I felt compelled to test it out. It was a grubby, go nowhere kind of day, so sans shower or make up, I dove in and was up to my neck when a couple strolled into my back yard. I knew people were coming by to look at our pool, but they were supposed to call first. Turns out they did call, but my staff is lousy at taking messages and passing them along. And I can't fire the staff because they're family. So, dripping wet and red-faced I showed them around and answered their questions.
They left, I grubbed around in the garden and yard a bit, then dove in again. Sure enough, along comes our neighbor and 25 year old son for a visit.
I could spend the day dressed like the Queen of Sheba, smelling sweet and looking fine and I swear not even the UPS guy drops by. Unshaven, sweaty and clad only in a swimsuit and it turns into Grand Central Station around here.
Fortunately I had my cowgirl hat from South Dakota handy. A gal always looks slicker hiding her greasy bedhead beneath a great hat. Plus that hat helps hide my red neck from the sun.