Poolapalooza!

It's Monday, Funday and we made plans to have our friends Nick, Summer and Huey dog over for a pool day and wouldn't you know it,  the sky is black with a 30% chance of rain all day.  Nick texts us and asks, "it is gonna be crappy out all day?" We text back that it better not be as it starts to pour down rain. It's really not looking good, but we refuse to let a dark, rain filled sky put a damper on our get-together. Besides, Huey dog is looking forward to reuniting with his Bitches of Eastwick co-stars

and meet his new friends the Sassy Supermodel Sisters (Petals and Blossom).

We decide that they are coming rain or shine because we will be eating and drinking and making our own fun anyway, and there are plenty of other options such as board games, pictionary, charades and dress up! Nick puts the kibosh on dress up right away, but after several drinks we may get him to change his mind. So... It's ON!!!

We volunteer to make lunch and Nick offers to cook dinner as we know this pool day will be turning into a sleep over. The lunch menu consists of ham and cheese sliders, chips, cold tri-pasta salad and homemade vanilla ice cream with Ma Doudou (a vanilla rum made in St. Maarten) poured over the top - Delish!!!

In the throws of preparing lunch, the rain stops, the clouds part and here comes the sun - Yippee!

Our guests arrive and the dogs are actually the ones to get the party started because they are so excited to be reunited and chase each other around the yard. Speaking of the yard (we will rewind to yesterday) the sista wives were hanging out in the pool when all of a sudden we got a whiff of stinky, hot, steaming poo. That's right, there's nothing quite like the smell of dog poop baking in the sun - it's foul. Well, we can't have guests over for a nice relaxing pool day and have them think they have arrived at a cesspool instead. Jenn looks at Richelle and says, "your dogs just pooped, therefore it's your turn to scoop." Richelle groans and then slips off of her float into the water. She throws on some shoes and grabs some bags and then groans some more as she sets out for dookie duty.

Jenn laughs at her and says, "hey I think there's some more over by the fence." Richelle groans then walks back and forth looking for it like she's that bear in a carnival game. You know the one, where the bear starts walking to the right and you shoot at it and once you hit it then it turns to left, while another hit makes it turn to the right again then left again and so forth. Still groaning, Richelle is successful at picking it all up and heads to throw the bag o' poop in the trash, when all of a sudden she slips and falls. Jenn is floating in the pool as she witnesses Richelle lose her footing - her right leg kicks out in front of her and her left arm with the bag of poop goes flying through the air as she screams "goddammit!" Then silence - Richelle is nowhere in sight - she disappeared as if she was sucked into the Bermuda Triangle.  Jenn jumps off her float, gets out of the pool and runs over to make sure she's okay. There's Richelle lying on her back, sprawled out in the grass, with one leg stretched out in front of her and the other bent back behind her butt, with her arm up over her head and the poop bag still in her hand. Jenn asks, "are you okay?" Richelle groans and says, "this is bullshit!" Once Jenn realizes she's okay she can't help herself and bursts into laughter. The visual of Richelle lying there in the grass with the bag of poop is hysterical; as a matter of fact Jenn is crying because she is laughing so hard. Richelle gets up, dusts herself off and walks over to the trash bin to toss the poop and says, "fuck off" to Jenn who is now rolling on the ground because her laughter is uncontrollable. Jenn tries to regain her composure as they both get back in the pool and onto their floats. It's silent for a moment and then Richelle starts to giggle which erupts into a roar. The sista wives continue laughing together as they rehash the scenario wishing they had it all on video. Now that all the poop's out of the way, let's get back to our pool day. The four musketeers kick off the reunion by toasting with piña coladas and then it's let's jump in the pool time.

The music is playing and so are the dogs (a.k.a. the bitches of eastwick), the drinks are flowing (now we have switched to Deep Eddy vodka with raspberry lemonade, sweet tea vodka, and ruby red grapefruit vodka ice shots) and the laughter is contagious.

We are all excited because Huey (a.k.a Michelle Pfeiffer) is swimming on his own for the first time, but we aren't sure if it's because he likes it, or if he's trying to avoid Nadra (a.k.a. Susan Sarandon) because she's covering him in love slobber, while Marley (a.k.a. Cher) doesn't give a hoot about anyone because all she wants to do is chase balls.

Meanwhile, we are engaged in some Esther Williams pool follies, but we don't think she is smiling down upon us. In fact, she just might be rolling over in the deep end because we are sloppily just goofing off - no competitive swimming or synchronization is involved. However, we are having fun just splashing about.

After several hours, we are hungry again so we send Nick (our "mister wife") into the kitchen to whip up some dinner for us. Richelle & Jenn help out by grilling asparagus and making cheese jalapeño corn bread muffins. Nick makes barbecue chicken, homemade white cheddar farfalle mac & cheese and Ghirardelli double chocolate brownies -Yummy!! As we are waiting for things to cook and bake, Jenn decides that we should have a little costume photo shoot. See, we knew after a few drinks we could get Nick to dress up - sort of. 

Miss Summer pops the champagne and pours us each a glass. Then she heads out to relax in the hot, hot, hot, hot...tub while she waits for the food to be ready. Hee hee get it? Miss Summer = Donna Summer? Hot tub = hot stuff? (Hopefully, Donna Summer fans like us will get and appreciate this).   

As Nick stirs the mac & cheese sauce, he kind of looks a little like Sideshow Bob - hahaha - and when he finds a hair in the sauce he gets mad and tries to blame it on one of us forgetting that he temporarily has hair.

It's time to sit down and enjoy the feast before us, as the conversation and wine (Black Box Shiraz and Pinot Grigio) flow freely. 

The hubby arrives home early from work and is happy there is plenty of grub left for him to eat - and eat he does. 

After we clean up and put the food away, we have to smile as we look down upon our passed out pups. They are exhausted after six plus hours of continuous play and mental stimmulation. It's a beautiful thing when your kids are happy. Today, we had the best of both worlds - human and canine playtime plus spells of both rain and shine making for one doggone good time.