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Doggy Home!

We brought Cassie home this afternoon and she's soooo incredibly different. I'm glad we took her in because she was so sick. Now we feed her cottage cheese, boiled rice and boiled hamburger for two days to make sure she can keep it all in. Plus we get to give her two pills in the morning, two pills at night. This ought to be fun!

I took my two youngest to the pool this morning for the family swim. Hubby had to work, so we were on our own. The girls had such fun. As we were walking to the pool, someone in one of the lap lanes started waving at me and calling my name.

"Pam!" Splash. "Paaam!"

I decided this woman had to know me, as she was calling out my name. I hadn't the foggiest idea who she was so I squinted in her direction and made the universal face-sign I Have No Clue Who You Are.

She splashed some more and yelled something that sounded like Janet. So of course I went 'Ooooh! Janet! Hi!' with a big wave.

I don't know anyone named Janet out here.

It was when I finally reached the family pool and stepped into it that I realized who she was. Shannon. I only figured this out because her husband and children were in the family pool. Shannon wasn't so I deduced (smart woman that I am) that it had to be Shannon waving at me.

It was.

Ah yes, there's nothing like meeting people from church while wearing your swimsuit.

Comments

  1. "Ah yes, there's nothing like meeting people from church while wearing your swimsuit."

    la dolce vita:)

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  2. Luckily, being an agnostic, I don't have that problem >:B^D

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  3. I suppose you could insert 'work' for 'church' and come up with the same feelings. Or not. Your mileage may vary.

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  4. What about meeting people from church in your birthday suit?

    EEEEK!

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  5. Sounds like time for a little Bobby Darin . . .
    SPLISH SPLASH i WAS TAKIN A BATH

    ROUNDABOUT A SATURDAY NIGHT

    RUB A DUB JUST A SPLASHIN IN DA TUB

    THINKING EVERYTHIN WAS ALRIGHT . . ..


    Come to think of it, that's a pretty sleazy opening for a song.

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