Once upon a time, a few friends and I met up at the park down the street. It had been sprinkling, but the storm seemed to be moving away, and it was delightfully cool for August. We even responsibly checked the doppler radar to confirm that the storm was moving away from us. All was fine and dandy, and the kids enjoyed frolicking in the drizzle. Then the rain. Then they became a bit concerned when it worked its way up to torrential downpour. We were stuck under the gazebo in a full blown monsoon, and the winds were picking up to the point where none of us were actually dry in there anymore, and half of us had tiny babies. Luckily two of us have husbands who work from home that came to rescue us.
Isaac might as well have been straight out of a swimming pool. He thought it was great fun.
Eventually the clouds parted, making some great afternoon weather for prickly pear picking! Annie is doing gymnastics this year and loves wearing her leotard around.
I had the tube held in the up position by a rubber band attached to the handle while waiting for it to get up and going. Unfortunately, the rubber band touched the hot metal and melted. This resulted in about a quart of steaming magenta juice spilling all over the kitchen floor and under the stove before Isaac came to alert me of the catastrophe.
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