Pants... the most overrated accessory of summer
Well, it’s officially summer in North Carolina. The days are in the upper 90’s, we’ve joined the neighborhood swimming pool, and Ford has become a nudist.
Not that I can blame the him. I mean… hot is hot. And nothing gives you swamp-ass quite like Huggies. So we joined the pool. And it’s totally our kind of pool. High school lifeguards, gated-in baby pool area, and everything is just attractive enough to make it pleasant… but not intimidating. Both the facilities and the people. Some friends of mine belong to pools that make them want to hit a gym on the way to their boob job consultation after they’ve gone for a dip. This is not that kind of pool. Thankfully. It’s a great way to spend the afternoon and a spectacular way to tire out the kiddos… but if I felt like I had to suck in the whole time we were there it totally wouldn’t be worth it. And apparently I’m not the only Fehling who has lost all inhibitions poolside… or at the park… or in the front yard.
Ford has decided he hates pants.
