My neighbor (who lives one street over) came by the other day and said that her backyard was flooded and the people (my across the street neighbors) were not answering their door. OK~ I called my ex (cuz he has their phone number) and he said the people who live there were out of town. GrEaT. I, and the four willing participants, went across the street to see what was happening. The backyard was FLOODED. I don't have a clue about sprinklers (I'm new at this whole single with a house thing) so my ex gave me the owners phone number, I called him and he walked me thru the whole -stick my hand down a hole filled with water while getting sprinkled on- and I successfully turned off the water. Yea!! We can go home now...ugh no. Ju had thrown two handfuls of tiny pebbles into their pool. UGH. I swept them up and had P go down to pick the up. He did this willingly until Ju decided to throw two more handfuls in. NOOOO.....
I begged P to go back in the cold water...after promising a hot fudge sundae from McD's he did.
