On yesterday's post, I received this comment from Kmama:
I'm so glad you're back. Will you be linking to any of those old posts again? Whenever I had a bad day, I would come over and read your "Must reads" and then I would laugh and get over whatever was bugging me...if only for a little while.
The answer? Ask and you shall receive, Kmama.
Enjoy!
~McMommy
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This morning Carter and I attended our usual Monday morning Mommy &Me swim class at our little neighborhood swim school for kids. It's a real cute place.
Today, I noticed for the first time the "Rules of the Pool" sign. All the rules were typical of pool rules...."Showering before entering" (which, by the way, does anyone really do?), so on and so forth.
Then I read Rule #7:
"Do not enter pool while intoxicated."
Um...
Was drunk swimming a rampant problem among the over-21 age group of the neighborhood swim school?
Hmmm.........
Rebel Moms: "Hey, McMommy! Pssst! McMommy, come over here!"
McMommy (looking around): "Me? You want me?"
Rebel Moms: "Yeah, you! You want a tequila shot?"
McMommy: "What??? But our little Starfish Swim class is about to start!"
Rebel Moms: "Exactly! That's the point! Now class is going to be A LOT more fun! Last time, we dared Tommy's mom to funnel a beer and then do a belly flop into the Tadpoles swim lesson! It was GREAT!"
McMommy: "Wait a second.....are you guys the reason for--"
Rebel Moms: "--for Rule #7!!!! Yeah!!!!! That's us!! Now come over here and do a couple shots....and then go climb up on Brandon's mom's shoulders. Drunk Mom Chicken Fighting begins in two minutes."