One Saturday while I was cleaning, Joe and the kids got into a water fight. It started outside...Joe sent Tammy upstairs to our apartment to get him a glass of ice water. She stumbled on the bottom step and the entire glass of water spilled on Joe. Naturally, he had to retaliate. Soon, instead of glasses of water, Buddy is carrying a pan full...sloshing it on my newly waxed floor!
Furious, I flounced (how do you flounce?) out the door and with my arms akimbo (another strange word), yelled at Joe, who ignored me. I figured they were laughing so loud, they couldn't hear me so I founced on down the stairs, yelling at all three of them. Just as I got to the bottom step, I got a face full of water, I never did know who threw it...but I hmphhed and flounced right back up the stairs. (ok...I promise not to flounce anymore.)
Now, I wasn't going to be outdone! I dumped the mop water out and filled the bucket with cold water from the shower. Muttering, I'll show them....I flounced (oops) right back to the porch...right above the three of them rolling on the ground and laughing about me getting wet....and dumped the whole bucketful of water on them!
This day stands out in my memory as one of the most fun days Joe and the kids and I shared. For some reason, he had decided to spend the weekend in Ypsilanti instead of going home. We had planned earlier that morning to take a picnic to the park when my cleaning was done.
We never made it to the park. By the time we finished the water fight...with all of us at one time or other ending up in the shower with cold water running full blast, we were wading water in the house. It took us all working together, and every towel in the house, to get it mopped up.
Joe took us to the hot dog stand when everything was done and from there we stopped in at Avanelles. Somehow or other, the Cascades in Jackson came up. None of us had ever been there...and before I knew it, we had all piled into my car...Joe, Me, Tammy, Buddy, Avanelle, Gary, Mary, Debbie, Phyllis and Suetta...and were on our way to Jackson.
We spent several hours at the Cascades...which were beautiful...because we just had to wait until dark to see them all lit up. It was a perfect ending to a perfect summer day.
Silly, isn't it? The things one remembers.
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