So, as I'm dripping all over the house, changing into some dry clothes after a less-than-pleasant dip to retrieve said phone, I ask myself, "Why didn't I grab the leaf net from Evan and just scoop it out?" He was standing right next to me when it happened. Instead, I emptied my pockets, took off my shoes and socks, and sent my boys somewhat North (If you are a guy, or know one, you'll understand this bit of TMI). Did I mention the water isn't swimming temp just yet?
Clearly, the universe has, once again, conspired against me.
