The weather people are notoriously wrong about the weather. I would honestly like to see a percentage breakdown on the weather report's reliability. It can't be good.
This weekend, the weather man assured us, in a responsible and serious tone, that Saturday would be a beautiful, sunny day while Sunday it would rain cats and dogs.
It rained Saturday afternoon.
On Sunday morning, we woke up to a beautiful blue sunny sky. The weather was perfect, warm, but not too warm with a slight breeze brushing the trees.
After my Sunday morning tennis session, I told the boys we really needed to get to Wegmans to get our grocery shopping done. The cupboards and fridge were bare - and sorely needed restocking.
After their collective, boyish groans at the thought of a wasted sunny summer morning spent indoors shopping, I stopped and said this, "I will give you boys the choice of how we will spend our morning. We can either go to Wegmans and get our shopping done or we can go to the pool to swim and then eat lunch there."
It took them two seconds to pick the pool. I think I saw that one coming. And after spending most of the day judging cannonball competitions or catching a few quiet moments of poolside sun, I can't say I was disappointed with their choice.
The groceries can wait.
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