I’m a pool noob.  I pretty much know nothing about swimming pools, other than I like sitting by them while I have a cocktail.  I just assumed when it was 85 degrees outside, the water would be warm enough to go in, but no.  So we had to wait around for a while until it got hot enough a few days in a row for the pool to warm up.  And then the day finally came!

It was a hot 90 degree day.  The whole family was pretty excited and we all rushed out.  It was like that scene from Caddyshack where the caddies get to finally use the pool, so there’s a mad dash to get to the pool.  Mrs. Fly is like tripping the kids to get to the pool first.  (well, I might be exaggerating)  The water was a little cold, but it was fine once you got used to it.   We were all having a great time.  We had our wine, we had some music going, G was jumping off the diving board, and D was playing in the shallow end. 

About 30 minutes into one of the reasons we moved 1,600 miles to Texas, it started hailing!  Chunks of ice (about half the size of ice cubes from a mini-fridge) started coming down in 90 degree weather!  So we had to cover the boys and scramble back in the house.  Seriously, WTF?!?  If someone told me you could get ice outside in 90 degree weather, I would have said they were retarded.  I would have said, “STFU you elementary-school-science-failing tard.  Go away.  If I need a paperweight, I’ll call you.”  But it happened. 

Maybe the Mayans were onto something with this whole world-ending-in-2012 thing.

Toto, we’re not in Connecticut any more.