For you non-arizonians who don't live in this furnace, it actually hailed yesterday! If you look closely you can see it in these pics. I don't know what's wierder here...the fact that it was hailing in Mesa, AZ in July at 110 degrees, or how funky Saedra's double-jointed arm looks - whoa! The hail was making a meager pile on our patio chair, but by the time I grabbed my camera to take a picture for evidence... gone...vanished in this hair flattening from sweaty scalp, underwear sticking so bad you have to PEEL them off, can't buy chocolate chips at store and drive only 5 miles home without turning into a 12oz bag of chocolate syrup (not good for cookies, but makes a delightful afternoon cocktail), kind of HEAT! Of course it happened just hours after the pool boy came to clean the pool... the NEW pool boy that is, (oh behave... it's not THAT kind of pool boy - that was the previous guy), this one is normal. I know some have been waiting for this picture of the "wanna be Chip n Dale dancer" pool boy, but this pic doesn't do him any justice. Just picture him (you may want to picture someone like... oh I don't know... maybe Matthew McConaughey instead, to make this story better) standing at your front door having this conversation:
Guy: "Hey, so I'm your new pool boy"
Me: "Uhhh, okay"
Guy: "Did Ryan tell you I was coming?"
Me: "No" (so my husband failed to tell me that info, let alone that he even hired a pool boy - I thought he was my pool boy)
Guy: "You guys are married right- I mean don't you communicate?" (actually he probably said "talk" because communicate would NOT have been in his vocabulary)
Me: "what?!" - Are you kidding me, is this guy for real? Pool boy/Marriage counselor? I'm thinking, of course we're married... and of course we didn't have that conversation. (He obviously wasn't married or he wouldn't have asked such a silly question)
Guy: "Nah, your husband really hired me to come and do this..." (WARNING:PG13 material coming up)
At this point he proceeds to remove his dingy white shirt (apparently he thinks he's too sexy for his shirt), to expose his non-existent six pack, and begins thrusting his pelvis while rubbing his scrawny chest. I know, I know, I was shocked too... and I too would think this a tall tale, but I have witnesses. You see, our R.S. Presidency meeting just happened to be taking place at the same time! Poor Diane heard it all, I think she may be questioning her move from righteous Rexburg. At least she didn't have to see it... sometimes I wish I could poke out my mind's eye! To finish this story, he did stay and clean the pool. The next week he came, (you heard right,he did come back) it was the final straw. He knocked on my girls' bedroom windows on his way back to our backyard yelling, "pool guy is here!".
Don't be jealous of my exciting life, I can find you his phone#. As many of you are aware, I have had quite the "exposure experiences" lately... ones I shant not post!