Like a backyard slip-n-slide
After our LA friends headed out for the long trek down I-10, we decided the slip-n-slide wasn't quite ready to be put away yet.
With The Sheriff questioning, "What is that smell?" (uh, mud kid. mud) and Little Brother down for a nap, we all joined in for our own backyard Woodstock of sorts.
This post could be alternately titled "Sore for a week and a half."
Daddy and I joined in on the fun and felt it in our entire bodies for days to come. But from bruises on the knees to abs that ached with every chuckle, our backyard afternoon was well worth it. This one will be surely find itself on bucket lists to come.
Heck, perhaps we will break it out every Saturday and call it a weekend workout. I'll take it if working out looks this fun!