Some fly in the sky…

Others launch themselves gracefully into the swimming pool from a launch pad on their husband’s hands, a la Dirty Dancing

I, on the other hand, sink like a stone- therefore I do not like being thrown into the swimming pool.

I even at this point- like the conniving heroine I’m writing right now- tried to squeeze out a tear.

And when that didn’t work I tried yelling: Stop! (That’s the polite version)

Which went down like a lead balloon-

And so did I

Sxx