No one should have to work on a hot, sunny September afternoon. So Dan, Choo, and I skipped work and drove out to Hamilton Pool with Eric and Jennifer. No armadillos or deer this time, but we saw a water snake, which Eric says was a water moccasin, possibly a baby (UPDATE: Dan has a picture of it here. If you are a snake-knower, please tell me what this is).
We also saw an enormous catfish cruising the shallow end, a bazillion little blue and silver fish, and three guys in their twenties who were diving around, searching for really big rocks. Upon finding one, they would immediately hurl it back into the water and huff with laughter. The quote of the day came from one of these geniuses: "Swimming with heavy rocks is hard." I guess I'll take his word for it. Those guys were awesome. They reminded me a little of Spongebob Squarepants's friend Patrick.
Anyway, the pool was pretty close to idyllic, except later I realized I missed the strip of leg right below my bathing suit when I put on sunscreen, and now it's sunburned and itchy. I looked over my shoulder in the mirror when I got home to assess the damage and noticed that my butt had big dark blotches all over. I was horrified. Why the hell is my butt so blotchy? Do I have a skin disease? Ringworm? Giant ruts of cellulite? Why didn't anyone tell me?
I examined it a little more closely (let me tell you, it's mesmerizing) and realized the blotches are sort of shaped like flowers. Then I laughed, because my bathing suit this year is orange with white flowers, which apparently let the sun through and slowly tanned that way all summer. So now I have a flowery ass, which is tons cooler than a dumb old blotchy butt, if you ask me.
Yeah, it was a good day.