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I have to post something or else Becky is going to drive to my house and smack me in the face for ignoring my blog for so long.

Summer is kicking my ass. My kids are always. here.  Right.  Here.  With me.  Always.

I have all the time in the world to get on the computer. Write funny posts. Work on that goddamnnovelthatwillneverseethelightofday. Catch up on the other blogs. Get really good at that accounting job I’m doing for Scott. Clean something. Anything. Yeah, I haven’t done any of those things.

But mostly I just wander around the house making them food, cleaning up their food, running to the grocery store for more supplies of food… They are hungry hungry creatures. They eat an inordinate quantity of ice cream.

This constant feeding of them saps my strength. It makes me feel like not logging on, not tuning in, not typing back.

We did get out of the house for a few days. The girls and I went to the lake with my mother. I hate lakes. All of the lakes in Georgia are manmade. They are stagnant finite volumes of water slimy with mud and clay squishing between your toes as they fill up with the excrement of so many fish. It is unnatural. Also? They never find the bodies. People drown every year in these lakes and they can’t recover the bodies. Where are the bodies?!

I told the girls to look around for any suspicious looking body parts while they were swimming but they didn’t find anything.

They also had a water park at this lake. Yes, water parks also have the potential icky factor as you walk around an amusement park in your bare feet and bathing suit. However, they also had some kind of mystical double floaty tube thing with magical powers. When the girls were in the secret hold of the magical tube they played together and got along. I have photographic evidence.

There’s really nothing quite like a water park on a lake in Georgia. It’s the redneck trifecta. You know how you can tell? The signs they post.

Can’t you just see them coming up with the rules? Well, we’ll have to add that one about not runnin’. Sure Bubba but you know what the real problem’s gonna be? Them peoples gonna blow their noses in the goddamn wave pool. We should tell them not to do that. Yep, we should.

Oh well. The girls had a great time and I got to hang out with my mom for a few days which is always good.

And before the summer ends we’ll hit the beach with my sister’s family so we can soak our bodies in the cleansing salty sandy ocean and clear ourselves of any residual lake muck. I can’t tell you when we’re going. You know how Scott feels about that.

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