When it's 103 degrees with 95 percent humidity, one of the only things that brings respite (besides *ahem* central air conditioning) is a dip in one of the millions of pools scattered around Texas. Even the poorer apartment complexes have pools 'round these parts because if they didn't people might combust, leaving piles of ashes scattered about.
Sunning is one of the things I've found that really raises my spirit - something about that healthy dose of Vitamin D laced with skin cancer to really give a pick me up. I try to spend at least an hour (and do a few laps while I'm there) working on my tan and today was no different, except that I was privileged to a very special conversation authored by four girls no older than 17.
"Yeah, I'm late. Like, I had my period last month, but this month I didn't, which always means your pregnant."
"So that makes the baby like six weeks right? Which is one month. Cause you like skip your first period and then the baby starts growing which makes it one month. Yeah, six weeks for a baby is one month!"
"Yeah...OMG, you know that some people don't get put to sleep when they have the baby? Like most times they do cause it's so painful but sometimes they don't."
"OMG. You have to really like pain for that."
OMG, get these girls a human sexuality class....I need a drink.
So I went home, shared that gem with my mother and we settled in for a little Mystery Movie Marathon. This used to be one of our favorite past times and now my mother has discovered that she can get Miss Marple and Detective Frost on DVD. We spent a good four or five hours enjoying this.
After my mother retired to bed I was left to enjoy my new favorite TV show, The House of Representatives.
I find that it's really just a room full of men (and a few women with facial hair and glasses they purchased in 1970) overusing a thesaurus but never really saying anything of note. It always seems to degrade into a heated debate between grey haired men who are only there to promote their books about impeaching the president.
I was about to doze off on the couch
from the all the side talk I realized it was time for me to start switching back and forth between Jay Leno
and David Letterman.
They have apparently begun sharing material, because both opening monologues contained jokes about Princess Chunk, the 44lb cat from New Jersey.
But only David has Paul Shaffer and his horrible sunglasses.
I wonder if I can learn more about birthing tomorrow at the pool. It's good to have something to look forward to, you know?