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Is This What Hell Feels Like?

I think so. It's about, oh, 96 degrees and very humid. Ish. I broke down yesterday and got something like this for this kids where I work. We're getting this at some point but with no a/c in the house and said humidity, we needed to do something. Target was out of all the pools under $449.00. Bastards.

Filled it up yesterday and the kids wanted to go in it right away. Well, they learned just how freaking cold the water out of the hose is. They still played and helped me get these snapshots:

He's not going to eat her. I promise.

This was after swimming but clearly we needed more swimming.

Peanut just chillin'. Literally.

I out the rest of them up on Flickr so enjoy. I, however, will be making room in the freezer for me to sit in it.


justacountrygrl said…
Awww - Cute pics! Perfect way to stay cool! I went out last night & bought my youngins a lil splash pad :)

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