The pool is open! It's hard being wealthy.
We had to replace our old one, as a mini tornado had come ripping through the neighborhood one night last summer, and the pool was found two days later about a half a mile away in someone else's yard. I remember one of the little neighborhood girls catching me in the driveway as I was reading a magazine while my kids drew with sidewalk chalk.
"Shay," she said, "Mom and I were driving home and saw your pool in the Watsons' backyard."
I looked up from the article I was reading, which gave a detailed strength workout using your own body weight. "Hm," I said, thinking. "I'll just wait for the next storm. I'm sure it'll blow back in this direction then."
But it didn't. We waited all summer, and still, that stubborn pool stayed in the Watsons' backyard. We expected a thank-you card, but apparently they didn’t appreciate the pool as much as we did. Snobs.
So we showed those asshole Watsons AND that runaway pool. We went to Sam's Club a few weekends ago and replaced it with this one--complete with a swim-under arch and two seats for Mom and Dad. The only thing missing is a spot to place our cooler, but then again, the pool, fully inflated, sits about two inches from the ground, so we can just kind of, you know, reach down to grab a beer.
Someone on Facebook asked my wealthy husband why he didn’t also get the new stables in the shot, but, as I replied in the comments section, obviously the pool is so grand that nothing else would have been able to fit into the frame.
My husband is now glad that we splurged on the pool. He had originally balked at the $29.98 price tag, but I reminded him that we had probably already spent at least that much on beer during that very same trip to Sam’s Club…and he had grudgingly agreed, tossing the pool into the cart.
It’s all about perspective, my peeps…and besides, the kids love it.
Speaking of the kids, in my husband’s original post, he had also included a picture of our kids splashing around in the pool, looks of pure joy on their faces. One of my friends had commented, “You ARE wealthy. Look at those beautiful boys.” And oh my gosh, peeps—I started fcking crying. Like, real tears flowing down this mile-long horseface.
Because dammit, we are. We are so blessed.
And on that sappy-ass note…Happy Memorial Day!!