It was 78 degrees Saturday, but we cranked up the heater on the pool and forged ahead. All of our little friends paddled and played, while their mamas and daddies swam, visited, ate and played cornhole. For six and a half hours. Yep, six and a half hours. And about that fifth hour when one little friend told me it was "the best party EVER", I said, "Self, life is good." It really was the best party EVER.
There were spills.
Water gun fights.
Dunking and tossing.
And even a few wedgies.
Oh, and dancing. Don't forget the dancing.
I looked up at one point to see a new kid in the pool and had to ask where he came from. When everyone finally went home, there were more crumbs on the Man Cave floor than a mouse could eat all winter, the beverages were pretty depleted, and most all of the food was gone. We're still finding random pool toys in the yard, which makes us laugh to no end. Hubby mopped the Man Cave floor three times, and we washed two heaping loads of beach towels. And we didn't mind one bit. It was a great time, yes indeed. A wonderful time. Life is good. Really good.And now to dig out some socks. Pfffft.