There's a war going on in our back yard. Grenades, guns, surprise, stealth, sabotage, and.... laughter. Yup, it's a water fight. The vision of our neighbor daughter running around the back yard in her swim panties and rubber galoshes, screaming with joy as she gets caught in the crossfire; late afternoon sun giving everything a golden tinge, will stick with me forever. Jovi sneaking up on Cheryl "watering the garden," George resorting to the low, low tactic of the garden hose, me giggling behind the bedroom curtains as I hear the water splosh on our new deck... Happy suburban times.
Posted by Maria at 11:11 PM